family planning
I think that when I am established, it would be nice to institute some family traditions. for instance, I think it might be fun if every sunday were game night.
maybe a nice squab breast one week, a delicious venison tenderloin the next. and of course nothing says family quite like duck confit. imagine the possibilities!
4 comments:
what a disappointing post, on so many levels.
Nothing says family like duck confit?
Hey, Mr. Vanity I read your blog last night and then i had a dream about it...I dreamed that you were blogging about cleaning out an old barn where a bear had taken up residence. You were complaining about bear pee stinking up your clothes, and then suddenly it switched to me being the protagonist and suddenly the bear was back and he WASN'T HAPPY. And then i ran into the house and for some reason Mila's little sister (who i have never met) was also there and I was trying to protect her from getting mauled by the bear. I was like, lock all the doors right now! And we did, but she left one open and the bear got in the house. And then we fled upstairs and i was trying to get her to shut up or the bear would hear us, and right about then i woke up.
-shift
shift, i apologize on behalf of my little sister. i can't believe she didn't close all of the windows.
also, if i hear simon complaining about bear pee stinking up his clothes ONE MORE TIME i will scream!!!
can one eat a bear? maybe they could be featured in game night.
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