Take Home Chef
God, I love that show. It's on TLC. Adorable Curtis the gourmet British chef finds you in the grocery store, buys your groceries, escorts you home in YOUR car, and makes you and a special person dinner. YUM! By the way, Curtis is ever so YUMMY! Last night, Hubby and I were cuddling on the couch and Take Home Chef came on. I confessed that this show is the only reason I look nice when I go the store. So Hubby started thinking. I have a messy car and a messy house often. Hubby pointed out that Curtis would be riding in my car. DO I really want him to see that mess? Then, he pointed out that Curtis would come in my messy house. Do I really want him to see a messy house. Well, Curtis and everybody watching TV in America!
Shit.
The answer is no of course I don't want him to see that mess. I hate it when Hubby finds ways to help me clean up after myself.
Shit.
The answer is no of course I don't want him to see that mess. I hate it when Hubby finds ways to help me clean up after myself.
posted by Bethany at 6:33 PM
3 Comments:
now, if only you could get that naked neighbor invited over....
No, I don't think so. I'm the only chef she needs... besides, I cook in only an apron. Curtis doesn't do that. The only acceptable chef, in addition to me, would be Tildar. He can cook for me, too.
Naked?
Gosh forbid!
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