I know this isn't much of a blog; but I am too traumatized to write. I just spent thirty minutes chopping fat and nastiness off of three chicken breasts. They were slimy and smelly and gooey and guh-ross. I have a whole newfound respect for doctors, surgeons, butchers, etc.
Praise the Lord for
where all you gotta do is drive around and order a number 5.
Needless to say, I am facing my cooking endeavors head on, or in this case, breast on.
I REALLY LOVE MY HUSBAND!! He is about to be home, a perfect excuse to not work out today!
where all you gotta do is drive around and order a number 5.
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