I'm not very good at Valentine's Day. That is the only reason I publicly denounce the 'holiday'. Because it doesn't suck, it just makes me suck. And proves to the better half how badly my creativity can suck.
Valentine's day was always a tradition for my father, my younger sister and me. We would take the car out, drive up to Besant Nagar beach and count all the bikes. I think my father was using reverse psychology on us so that he would never let us be a part of that statistic. That never happened. We became too cool for Besant Nagar. And my then boyfriend never acknowledged Valentine's Day or even if he did, it was probably really dumb because I don't remember it.
So for The Boy Imma gonna cook his ol' stomach a hearty feast.
Cos my Mamma always said the way to a man's hurt is through his stomach.
I'd bet my last penny on that.
Easy way out?
No.
Not with the contraptions Food Network Chefs produce in an easy 30 minutes.
I shall reproduce.
And show on this blog.
Perhaps.
Valentine's day was always a tradition for my father, my younger sister and me. We would take the car out, drive up to Besant Nagar beach and count all the bikes. I think my father was using reverse psychology on us so that he would never let us be a part of that statistic. That never happened. We became too cool for Besant Nagar. And my then boyfriend never acknowledged Valentine's Day or even if he did, it was probably really dumb because I don't remember it.
So for The Boy Imma gonna cook his ol' stomach a hearty feast.
Cos my Mamma always said the way to a man's hurt is through his stomach.
I'd bet my last penny on that.
Easy way out?
No.
Not with the contraptions Food Network Chefs produce in an easy 30 minutes.
I shall reproduce.
And show on this blog.
Perhaps.
1 comment:
hahaha really? you used to go count bikes with the father? sooo funny and cute! i can't wait to come to your place and listen to your dad's kaddi jokes.
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