Thursday, September 22, 2011

He gets me.

Rachel - Oh olives. You are the only ones who get me.
Boyfriend - You better not let pickles hear you talk like that...

Also, and I don't mean to brag - but he cooked jerk chicken on Tuesday with a jerk seasoning he made, out of peppers he grew.

I've trained him well.

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She's pint-sized and amazing.