Wednesday, November 22, 2017

You Can Do It Baby, Do It Tonight

Our truth?  I'm not sure what the sidewalk drawing is referring to although I can imagine.  Women have a lot of secrets, sad stories to tell.  But also interestingly strange private habits.  One of mine as I previously shared is that when I cook for myself lately, the plate is sloppy, no thought put into the dish and certainly minimal effort is made  Nothing special. I didn't even put garnish on the plate, a sort of signature move that I've become aware of recently.  Bacon and eggs with a little pepper jack cheese.  This has got to stop.   This behavior ends here.  Every meal prepared no matter for who should be made with love and importance.   Besides who could be more appreciative of my labor, than me? 

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