This means he loves me.
Dad: I'm going to be talking to you sometime this weekend about dinners.
Me: [...]
Dad: This might be the last weekend we can BBQ.
Me: [...]
Dad: So if I cook some ribs, YOU WILL BE HERE.
Me: [...ummm...]
Dad: Understand?
Me: [...yes? Don't beat me?...]
Oh what I wouldn’t give for some of the Press’s...
Oh what I wouldn’t give for some of the Press’s Bread Pudding and Dr. Bob’s right now with this rainy weather! Perusing for a dessert recipe for this Thanksgiving (I’m cooking!), I found this and it looks delish. Last year my darling sister thought my Pear, Apricot, Cranberry Bread Pudding “tasted like vomit” and then spit it out in front of all my guests. Two things: first, her taste does not count as she rarely eats anything with an expiration date short of 2012; second, I think Emil
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