...but disregarded that and ate more anyways?
All the time, actually.
I know what I'll be in 20 years.
Morbidly obese.
belated
For reasons I am not completely sure, my father invited his students to cook a meal for us and some of his friends (it's okay because he bought the ingredients - oh how I would love a set up like that. Mommy, daddy, when I grow up, I want to be a private chef). I bet it was half-persuaded by the fact that my stepmom was in China, and my dad just didn't want to cook dinner for a night.
By the time I shuttled Jeanette, Alicia, and Billy home, the food was pretty much done, and our mouths were salivating buckets.
By the time I shuttled Jeanette, Alicia, and Billy home, the food was pretty much done, and our mouths were salivating buckets.
...as was my puppy's.
"MEAT"
summer bucket list #1: master the art of carving bird heads from melon and plate food to represent a peacock.
The reason why I love this picture is less Billy's satisfaction than Jeanette feeding to the right.
The remnants of four deprived-of-delicious-home-cooked-meals college students...alarming? No, not really.
Note: all plates were stacked high with food.
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