Is it too late in our relationship to declare that I'm not into chocolate? Should I have said that on the first date along with things weighing the same importance like "I have 10 children"
(??) (??) I don't mean to expose myself as someone who discusses about appliances as IF I have no real life (
(简体)（繁體) OMG. I'm telling you out of my last shred of conscience and humanity before I turn Paula Deen. If you like fried dough. If you have a weakness for doughnuts. If exercising self-restraint over hot-and-crispy-exterior-with-chewy-center things isn't exactly your forte. Or if you value any possibility to a) find a mate, b) keep a mate, c) or simply to be able to fit into ANYTHING ever again. Pack your knives and go. Because this recipe is up to no good. Run. RuN. RUN! The rest of you, follow me into beignet Mordor with no return. (Peek
(简体)（繁體) Tuesday was Lady and Pups's first X'mas! And we just got back from a lovely week in Rome to spend the holiday with our kids (I assume that the away-for-days part was all forgiven once they smelled the salami treats in the luggage)
(简体)（繁體) Have I raised any concerns yet? More so, concerns for my husband's ever-expanding belly (those poor poor pants
(简体)（繁體) I'm always puzzled where people get their optimism from. I have this friend. She's a walking team of cheerleaders in a single unit, comes with flowers and sunshine with balloons and all that stuff. If you feel like a worthless piece of sxxt, I'd have you call her so you can feel like a brand new piece of chocolate nougat instead. Or a cat like a tiger and a chicken like a peacock
(简体)（繁體) "My colleagues loved those mini muffins
(简体)（繁體) Have I become unintentionally popular among neighbors? It can't possibly