Ha! I wondered if it was that time when you first mentioned it.
Yep! Totally that time!
I am not sure how much eye squinching I did. I do know I looked at a compact and was shocked to see tubes on my face. Really, the absurdity of that was what finally got me able to LEAVE the bathroom and go elsewhere.
I pick the sugar off creme brulees, so no one will believe me if I say I want to cook them. BUT! I will totally cook chicken and I light candles.
It is resolved that I deserve a kitchen torch.
You could pick the sugar off, re-brulee it, pick the sugar off...
You could do it all day!
Then I will just have a mountain of burnt sugar shards. I'm not sure what I could do with that. Beyond wounding a passing diabetic.
Melt them into one big shard?
You realize that this is NOT HELPING?
I mean, it totally helps me rationalize having a kitchen torch. But I am a little afraid that Pete is going to call me soon to have a little chat about fire and why it's bad for me to have.
He has Spidey sense or somesuch when it's something that can get both Jilli and I in trouble and gleeful.
I didn't say it was a GOOD idea, just an idea.
YOU CANNOT STOP ME FROM THINKING!!!!!
Nah, he's off at D&D!
hopefully, not in a prison.
If he gets too wrathful with Jilli and Cass they'll send him to jail.
And then? No D&D.
The justice system is on your side, ladies.