And grew into a full-fledged fear: WHAT ABOUT THE CRANBERRY SAUCE?!?
Which led to an innocent enough suggestion: How about I make the cranberry sauce?
And soon devolved into full-fledged terror: HOW ABOUT I MAKE THANKSGIVING DINNER?!?
And produced an innocent enough fact: I don't know how to cook.
That was shouted from the rooftops: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK!!!
That was ignored. IGNORED!
Oh well. At least the cranberry sauce turned out*:
*This is how it really looked****Minus the green stuff***
***Not an exaggeration
And don't worry, my newfound cooking skills are totally effecting my coordination skills in a positive way. Not only did I (almost) strike out with the gravy and stuffing (curse you store-bought stuff), but I totally caught a touchdown in the Turkey Bowl*:
*This is how it really looked**
**Minus the bandana and short shorts***
***And with mean, cleat-wearing boys****
****Not a (blatant) exaggeration
2 comments:
When I first saw you in 7th grade, I innocently thought, "She looks cool."
But then I feared, "What if she won't like me?"
Because I had these really BIG 90s bangs. Not an exaggeration.
And then, 8 years later, we were roommates. And you started an awesome blog. And my life has never been the same.
DANG I'M GLAD WE'RE FRIENDS!
Congratulations on the sauce, M-sauce! AND on the schwarmas--did I spell that right? I think you should cook stuff for me every day! Then you could become a star football player too. Sigh. But watch out for mean, cleat-wearing boys.
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