Visst kan jag...
R - I will bring haggis, and don't do that with your face! It's NOT that bad! Stop it! You will get wrinkles! Aouh! Don't kick me!
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Moi - I will bring meatballs, I have a feeling that anything else would be a disappointment.
R - So we'll have go out to IKEA then?
Moi - What do you mean? I'm perfectly capable of making my own meatballs, thank you very much!
R - Uhuum, I believe you when I see it...
Moi - WHAT! Just because I newer cooked when you have been around doesn't mean that I can't cook!
R - Oki... So, when will I experience this treat then? Do I have to wait to 2062 or do I just have to fall down El Capitan and break all my bones so that I'm not physically capable of cooking my own food?
Moi - No, there is a perfectly suited staircase just eight foots away...
Hmmm, han har inte riktigt fattat varför din blogg heter Ms Bree... =)
P.S Du är riktigt bra på att laga mat =)
TACK! Bara for att han ar sa dum vagrar jag att laga mat at honom! Vart nuvarande arrangemang ar att han lagar & jag hackar. Sedan ar tanken ocksa att jag ska diska men vanligtvis brukar jag kunna forhandla mig fram till en forlikning! :)