I'm not ashamed to say that in the past year and a half, my mother has cooked most of my meals. I mean if you're gonna live at home, I firmly believe in taking advantage of all perks. But now that our time together is winding down to 12 days living under the same roof, you would think she would step things up a bit and make some really spectacular meals for me. Nope, tonight we had jello. Granted there were 2 kinds, and this is the first time in about 6 years I've had jello without alcohol in it, but really? If you're really that sick of cooking for me, just let me know.
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