So, yesterday, I cleaned the ENTIRE day. Then I had to make chicken for dinner (I hate beef, and since I was making dinner...no beef) and so I had flower, and blood, and bread, and bisquick, and cornstarch, and corn all over me, and I get a call from Mr. Jared Azariah. He wants to bring me my present. I'm like CRAP! Because I look like absolute
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