I always jump the gun when it comes to my own defeat
Okay, so I'm not feeling quite as discouraged about the cooking thing as I did last week. I got a call from the husband of one of the families Dude approached. We met him and his wife just once at a neighborhood brunch about six months ago and I honestly don't remember a thing about them except where they live. At first I thought he was calling to say no thanks - which I appreciate more than not hearing anything - but then he said that they're traveling a bunch this summer and want to do it starting in the fall. He said they keep looking at my write-up and getting hungry. "Call us when it's fall, or believe me, we will call you. We can't wait!" Then he said that he's part of a group of pediatricians who meet monthly for dinner and discussion. The dinner is as important as anything and they try something different every time - would I ever have an interest in catering a dinner for about 14 people? I told him that I'd definitely be interested, but he should know I'm not a licensed caterer or anything. "We don't care about licensing. We're a bunch of foodies and we want good food. And I can't stop looking at your list." Fun, huh?
- Hello?
- Quelles des vacances! And, um, sleeping with my husband just isn't working out.
- It's 8:27am
- Some things require very few words
- Camping: Rachael-style
- Porn names are helpful
- I have kids two at a time; I can whip out a fancy dinner like nothing; and I am a model mother. Okay, that last one is a lie.
- Get me to the pole
- A bedtime story
- Twintuition?
- The biggest mutha-lovin' poblanos ever
- There is a distinct difference between a bottom and a bum
- Help, please! I don't know what to tell my peeps about death.
- I always jump the gun when it comes to my own defeat
- Please don't take the babies away, but....
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