Apparently SOMEONE got hungry this weekend, and he’d rather suck on a cord from the window blinds than endure dinner prepared by me—even when “dinner” only means swatting a fly and hand-feeding it to the diva plant with a pair of tweezers.
Seriously, you guys, if there’s ever been a time in my life when I’ve felt more unappreciated, I can’t think of it. Ungrateful little bastard.
I get no respect around here.
If flies aren’t your thing—and don’t worry, they obviously aren’t his, either— be sure to check out what else I've got in Trashy Recipe Recommendations. And have a great Monday!