I came home from running this morning to find Bruce making homemade pancakes...with a recipe....from scratch. This is not the man I've been married to for 30 years. He's becoming a craftsman in the kitchen! I feel a mixture of admiration and displacement. This is definitely my territory. I think my real fear is that Bruce--my greatest fan when it comes to cooking--is going to realize that there isn't much to it. Notice the homemade syrup...the happy children eating ...the tidy kitchen? I may be out of a job.
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Send him on down! I'll happily let him take over my kitchen. Everyone looks so cute. You're right, though. This is not the father I remember=)
mom, I may have given your blog a little makeover. If you don't like it, it took very little time to do and will take no time to change it back. Just know that it was done out of love, so don't be upset with me.
oh, yes, and I hacked into your account and am posting like I'm you. love, natalie
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