Talk to the Goat
Kelly, I should have known you were somehow implicated in this!
Darn, were did my cooking gene go?
My grandfather was a baker, they even had a Family bakery in Astoria, Queens(long gone before I was born)
I made a mess of hot cider I tried to heat up with cinnamon sticks for David, It bubbled all over the stove (down the stove, on the floor) and every I try to cook, he makes fun of me and says "Let me heat up some apple cider" and I hit him!
Poor Monica. It's funny how men can never remember your favourite ice cream or your anniversary, or your middle name, but they'll always remember that one and only time you ever screwd up.
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