This evening while Kitten was making her famous chicken fried rice she toppled over her cup of eggs she had just beaten. Then while cleaning that up spilled the remaining eggs onto the floor. Which is nothing really, although I’ve never seen anyone beat eggs in a tumbler, I usually use a bowl, but I’m not judging here. What was really amazing was her vivid lexicon of sailor-like swearing. I’ve heard cleaner language at truck stops. YIKES!
My favorite thing was at the end when she said that was her at her worse when she gets mad, and that she doesn’t hit anyone or break annthing out of anger.
Considering her display of tornado tourettes I should fell lucky that she doesn’t hit – she has a black-belt.
Dinner was excellent by the way dear. Yummmm …. Or should I say #$@$& good!?
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