::hums::

[tea_and_ink]

This morning:

Mom: hey, honey. Got a gift for you.
Me: yeah? What is it?
Mom: You're always complaining about how little rest I get even while on vacation and all, so I thought I could recruit you to cook tonight's dinner.
Me: Sure. What do you have in mind?
Mom:.. surprise me!
Me: ::headdesk::

So, of course I'm blasting Erykah Badu to the loudest capacity of my laptop, because I'm cooking... something.

Also, this is the first break I've had all day, tonight I'mma be a walking corpse, I can just tell! However, I think I like the responsibility because I'm kind of happy? (though, in all fairness, I am listening to my dear EB, so, this may twofold)

Comments

[maboheme.livejournal.com]

*sings Erykah with you*

Good luck with the dinner hon <3

[penandnotebook]

Oh! Just found this comment. Because I sometimes suck.

Anyway, thank you! It went well, I got creative and people overlooked the reduced amount of food. Which was good. I have pictures!!! (because I got creative, you see, this had to be documented)