So I made buffalo wings for dinner the other night. Everyone was eating and making a mess and all that happy stuff. Chill looks up at me and says “Mom, where did you get these wings?” I was a little confused. Didn’t he smell the chicken frying in the house? Weren’t his eyes burning from the hot sauce and siracha simmering on the stove? “What do you mean where did I get them? I made them”. To which he replied, “No way, these are really good”.
WTF?
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Ha ha ha! my family freaks when I cook so I guess I should do it more often…wait nevermind:)
I’m glad you’re “back”.