The week-ends are made for cooking. At least in this household. It does not matter that in our apartment I feel, at times, like a hard boiled egg placed in a microwave; I shall roast, bake and fry the hell out of this summer anyway.
It’s only July but I am starting to long the chill of September.
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Have you ever noticed, as the holidays approach, reality increasingly resembles the season finale of the walking dead? It’s almost like the stars perfectly align with Saturn just to p**ss you off for free. Today, in the midst of a review of the office work plan, while I was trying to make sense of complete and utter chaos, a vein on my forehead started to pound and I seriously thought this might happen.
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