[then you must kiss me]

it's true. I want her hair, and her boyfriend and her cuteness in sweats.

[Shevy]

She's rubbing it in too.

[then you must kiss me]

now I want her apron...

[Shevy]

I wonder what it looks like. Probably adorable.

[then you must kiss me]

of course it would be!

[Shevy]

I wiiiiish I could bake. It always ends in a disaster for me. I'm not even exaggerating.

[then you must kiss me]

that's sad. I don't even measure most of my ingredients, and I make substitutions based on what I think sounds better, and everything turns out great! other than the wheat blackberry muffins I made. poor Sean, that was the first thing he ever tried that I made, and I knew they were bad, but he still had to pretend they were good.

[Shevy]

Looooool, bless.

I didn't have a little scale thing until just last weeks, so I'm blaming everything on badly measured ingredients. (Shhh, just because you're perfect at it).

[then you must kiss me]

yes, of course, that must have been it!

[Shevy]

Obviously it's not my lack of talent for it.

[then you must kiss me]

it never is.

[Shevy]

I made the most delicious alfredo pasta the other day. Yuuuum.

[then you must kiss me]

I'm so bored of pasta... it's like, one of the few things Sean can cook.

[Shevy]

Ahahaha. I do that. Get really good at something and then eat it so much that I literally don't make it again for another year.

[then you must kiss me]

Sean's been making spaghetti almost weekly for over a year now!