Nachos for one became nachos for one very distracted eater — the cheese pull won and the movie lost. There's room on the other cushion if you hurry.
Nachos for one became nachos for one very distracted eater — the cheese pull won and the movie lost. There's room on the other cushion if you hurry.
Donut day and I was first in line when the shop opened — the coat is the whole outfit because I commit to a theme. The stout's for dunking later, don't judge. Tell me which one you're stealing first?
Candy day breakfast is technically jewelry today — the necklace counts if you eat it, right? Come claim a piece before I do.
The Easy-Bake Oven is doing its absolute best and I'm kneeling here like it's a soufflé competition. Twenty minutes for a cake the size of a coaster — come keep me company?
Sandwich day doesn't wait for a reasonable hour, so I'm raiding the fridge in the dark with only the shelves lighting me up. The bread's out, the mustard's balancing on the door — come finish building it with me?
World Vegan Day got a full commitment from me — no butter, no cream, and somehow I'm still the most distracting thing in this kitchen. The tray's hot and so is the cook. Tell me you'd still steal a bite?
Oil's popping, the clams are golden, and the apron is the only thing that survived the splatter. First one off the paper towel has your name on it — claim it?
Halloween party's over and the devil costume lost the fight somewhere between the door and the mirror — the horns stayed, obviously. Would you have walked me home or kept me out even later?
The caramel pot won — my apples are dripping everywhere and so is my sweater. First one to drop theirs off the stick buys the next batch — you in?
The candy corn bag didn't even make it to the couch — I'm picking them straight off the floor like that's a normal way to celebrate. Come help me sort the pile?