Oh, my, goodness! I don't think I want to know what happened after you got the rosemary from the garden! Living with a Doula could get mighty interesting, Mr.Boom! Prepare yourself!
Oh, my, goodness! I don't think I want to know what happened after you got the rosemary from the garden! Living with a Doula could get mighty interesting, Mr.Boom! Prepare yourself!
I don't know if it's possible to prpare myelf for such horror. What if I come in one day and there is soup on the stove and yet it is not soup?!?!
xD I am wetting myself at this comment xD sooo funny! Just check the soup hasn't also been stired with a manly stick... so much hocus pocus! xD I will be giggling all day at this one...
Aaaahhh this is one that I thought I replied to the other day!! Steemit was being a bit funny and I am distressed to see my comment isn't there!!
It is a funny one!
Whatever you do... DON'T EAT THE SOUP! 🤣Or anything else you find lying unattended on the counter for that matter.
I'll tell you a bit about my father. He was always sneaking a taste of this or that in the kitchen, even when visiting others. He'd been warned by my mother repeatedly that it was rude as well as dangerous! He had eaten up his grand-daughters' treats and been chastised by the young ladies and myself and my mother, but it was no use.
Finally the day came where he walked up to my mother with a glass of wine in one hand and what looked like a chocolate granola morsel in the other. Chewing with a look that seemed more concerned than indulging he asked in his broken English, "Hey Sweetie! What kind of cookie is this?"
My poor mom was bursting with laughter and barely choked out, "A dog treat, dear!"