So I'm a day late. I'm also a dollar short. What else is new?
The other day I was talking to Shane when Kat brought the nail clippers and sat them on the desk beside me. I continued my conversation, picked up the clippers and put them back in the bathroom. Just a minute or so later, Kat was back with them, and in a stern voice said, "I can't tell you again! I need my fingernails cut!"
Ever make a meal that was so bad you just wanted it to disappear? Maybe you're the type who goes to extremes to guard your secret recipe. Or maybe you're afraid of coming out to all your macho hunting buddies that you're in touch with your inner chef. If so, here's just the thing for you.