"How are you going to eat when you are married?"
Her response...
"He better know how to cook, or he better be rich so he can take me out every night."
I should know better than to ask these questions...
So imagine my surprise when the other night she came home from hanging out with her friends and almost accused me of not teaching her how to cook. Excuse me? Did she seriously want to go down that road with me? I think not...
But guess what? It got her thinking about cooking, and after church last week, she made dinner. Yep, spaghetti! We all LOVE spaghetti at our house. It was good, and she did it mostly by herself. There is your signature dish Ashley.
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Funny how these things come around, huh?
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