Princess πŸ‘ΈπŸ» Don’t Cook Part Deuce

Lulu: Mom shame on you expecting a blind man to cook πŸ‘¨β€πŸ³ 

Me: oh now come on.  He wants to cook πŸ‘¨β€πŸ³ Right B?

B: I’ll supervise but my eye hurts

I should’ve known. He’s not himself. When I got home 🏑 he opened the backdoor before I could even open my car door.  He’s wearing his sunglasses. He says they really help. 

He’s lookin all Tom Cruise in Risky Business.  Well he’s in shorts and a Tshirt versus undies, white socks, and button down but it think it’s the shades. For a couple hours I’ve been trying to snap a pic but he’s on to me. πŸ˜‚ the featured image will have to do. 

Tonight on the menu we had burgers πŸ” and fries.  We make our fries from scratch since we got a nifty slicer from Bed Bath and Beyond. Coat the potatoes with olive oil and Slap Yo Mama spices. Bake at 400 for 20-25 minutes.  I even toasted the buns on the comal.  Look at me being all domestic.  What has come over me?!?! 😊

As always more to come. 

11 thoughts on “Princess πŸ‘ΈπŸ» Don’t Cook Part Deuce

  1. I don’t know what’s come over you but I like it! I was on my way to get batteries for the remote, and saw that there was a new post, squirrel, and it was from you! Right on time, because you know dead remote batteries are frustrating πŸ˜‰ it’s funny, and full of love for your family. I think B knows you like trying to get a shot of him. He’s making you work for it to make you happy :):)

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    1. Yes I think so too. Lots of laughs around here. If you’ve ever watched a Peter Sellers movie I’m B’s sidekick jumping from the shadows. I’m Cato πŸ˜‚

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