Tonight I had one of those moments, the kind you should have seen coming, but somehow just couldn't bring yourself to fully imagine.
I found myself in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, whipping up some gravy from scratch to go with the pot roast I had simmering in the crockpot for our family Sunday night dinner. Wow. When I did become this person?
Dreams Do Come True
11 years ago
2 comments:
Sounds yummilicious to me. Especially since I know you are a truly liberated woman in every best sense of the term. :) And besides good gravy takes skill.
You are so not that person. Even now--those circumstances were purely coincidental.
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