Friday was Mister’s birf-day and he got a nice dinner. Saturday night found us ordering in – pizza. Sunday Supper was pretty spectacular, too.

 

 

I am sometimes reminded of the old song, “If You Wanna Be Happy” by Jimmy Soul. It’s not that I think I’m ugly or anything, especially because I have a loving heart, and that’s the sort of thing that goes a long way toward making a person reasonably attractive. But the truth is – I sure can cook. And Mister knows it. So back off, bitches! He’s mine and unless you’re prepared to bring it on the food front, you don’t stand a chance.

 

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