Well, I made dinner tonight...but only under duress.
As soon as my brother and I got home, my father got Warren to mow the lawn, and he chucked two packages of mince meat in front of me and said "Here. Do something with that."

Aaaaaaaaargh! It gets me so vex that my father is hellbent on making me cook ! If he wanted me to cook to help out or because he thinks I'd be a better person for it, fine, I could deal with that....but NO! He wants me to cook because he thinks it's a woman's duty to cook!!! How in the name of Destiny's Child did I end up being born to a sexist father???

Needless to say, since I was cooking against my will, I didn't put any love into the food, and the mincemeat ended up too salty!
Dah Fuh Lick Yuh!!!!

Oh boo-hoo, what man will ever want me now?

Ohhhhh, all this thunder and dark clouds...usually they don't affect me much, but for some reason I'm feeling unusually lascivious this time.

"My whole body tingles, in need of an amorous entanglement. I need that heat."

He was staring at me again last night.
Why does he DO that? And why is it that he irks me so? I know he's attracted to me but it's like everything he says is just the WRONG thing! He tries too hard and it just doesn't work for him!
And it seems like I'm the only one who notices this. It must be me.
I just wish he'd stop staring at me when he thinks I'm not payin' attention.
And he could really try harder to hide the fact that whenever it looks like he's speaking to me, he's REALLY speaking to my breasts.