I guess she really likes being corrected on her grammar.
It was rough.
Doctors are calling it the stalk home syndrome.
His other dog sat in the corner. It's a boxer.
It is my favourite attire.
"Thanks" I said "I kneaded that"
Working there is a daily grind, but it is a sweet gig.
They really know how to Kikkoman when he's down.
So that's what they meant by eternal dam nation.
Gross Domestic Product
And I snuck into the kitchen to take this picture for the sole purpose of taking it back to my girlfriend to say with an exasperated sigh, "Ugh, would you just look at this stock photo..."
She hated me for the rest of the night as I sat there giggling like a madman, way too pleased that she didn't figure it out before I showed it to her. When I told my dad, it entirely derailed his train of thought as he started laughing.
And asked me, "Have you ever kneaded dough before?"
And I said, "Nah, but I've always wanted dough"
The sweater was made with alpaca wool and had a pattern with alpacas wrapping around her chest. It had a beautifully intricate diamond pattern of various colors and you could tell it was finely crafted.
Mom: wow, what a beautiful sweater is that made from alpaca wool?
Old lady: Yes, we have a small herd of them.
Dad: YOU HAVE A HERD OF SWEATERS?!
Old lady stares blankly into my fathers eyes not quite understanding as Iām dying.
I'd say she got what she preserved.
Someone would ask me for a recommendation. Then I'd grab a jar from a shelf and say "This one right here is my jam."
"it's all that lifting you've been doing at the gym"
Me - "So is Amanda awake yet? It's noon already"
Dad - "I haven't heard her stir yet."
slight pause
Dad - "Then again I dont think she has anything to mix."
Dad (putting lettuce in his bowl): well, it's a honeymoon salad.
Us: why?
Dad: because it's lettuce alone...
