"Daughter, have you seen the supper I made?""Yes, dad. It looks really good. I can't wait to have some."
"Come look at it."
"I've seen it."
"Well, I gotta take a picture of it," even if you won't, I could hear him continue in his head.
"You should start a blog so you can post pictures of the suppers you make on it," I said, knowing full well that he was calling me over because he wanted me to post a picture on my blog instead. And so I am. Because I guess we all want our 15 minutes of fame.
1 sweet nothing:
Great, now I'm going to have to make Shephard's pie.
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