Flipping through my cookbook for a dynamite recipe for the office bake-off this coming week, I stumble across a photocopied recipe for a dessert I wouldn't otherwise make.
"You've got to be kidding me," an embarrassed, cheeky smile rolls across my face, "I made him his favorite dessert?!" I then exclaim. "I- I seriously made his favorite dessert?!" I ask again, still in disbelief. "I looked up the recipe to, and then made his favorite dessert?! What is- what is wrong with me?!?!"
What is wrong with me? Better question, what is wrong with him?
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