SPF – What’s For Dinner…

Let’s start this with…I’m medicated. Anything I say or do in this post can not be hel…or spelled wrong…can’t not be held against me.

My (two) favorite kitchen appliances

Notice that there is TWO different shots. *wiggling eyebrows*
Since Shaun moved in I don’t use any of my cool stuff anymore. I love my Ronco Rotiserreieiriree thing, but he didn’t seem so impressed with it when I made him food so I haven’t use it since. He’s not a roteisisiderrirneer kind of guy. He likes the old school BBQ I just bought him. He also took out my decorations. He did! He took out the fish stuff I had. I have nothing remaining except a fish light switch. bastard. He’s slowly taking over. save me. really. help. I might not remember how to make ice soon. OH DEAR GOD HE BUYS ICE FOR US NOW.
send help.

My Specialty

It’s a good thing he packs a really big….sammich. *wiggling eyebrows again*
I’m medicated. Please don’t forget that. Oh and um…I would have made my really good, no REALLY FUCKING GREAT potroast, but well…i’m medicated. I might have hurt someone…or accidentally put the dog in there.

Food our that is always in our house

You feel sorry for me now don’t you. YOU SEE WHAT I BRING INTO THIS HOUSE WHEN YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME COOKIES! I bring in .99 cent oatmeal cookies. pathetic. yet rather addicting. I’m medicated. Did I mention that?

Shaun buys these. He buys these every time he goes to the store. He’s a loud cruncher too.

I’m not going to be playing much of SPF this week so if you skip it this week you won’t get points taken off. You guys are all on mental vacation anyway. I saw those scores on the trivia…Props to my sister who got 90. And my mother that scored lower than Charlotte 2?
Seriously mom, I came out your cooter, you would think there is NOTHING you don’t know about me. *shaking head*

Guess what? I’m totally medicated. I think Shaun’s getting out the duct tape. I better get going.