bonding

Dinner at my house is mandatory and unless you’re out (ie, my sister and I take square dancing lessons on Sundays and youth group on Tuesdays), you are required to be at the dinner table when Dad calls you and you can’t leave until you request permission and permission is granted. Our conversations at the dinner table are often educational, so I thought I would share.  Read More »

The impossible has happened.

Something that I never, ever thought would happened.

I HAVE BONDED WITH BARB.

Seriously. When I found out I'd be cooking with her, I thought "Fuck. Cooking AND the B-meister?? What have I done to deserve such punishment?" Especially when she said "I can't cook."  Read More »