I have this really bad habit of talking to myself, and sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it. Yesterday was clean the kitchen day, as we are preparing to paint this week for the official newlywed move in. So I’m on the floor in front of some cabinets that lining with contact paper. Darling fiancé comes in and asked me why am I talking to myself as I were hosting a do-it-yourself show.
The truth is, I do that all the time, especially when I’m cooking. He should have seen me Friday night when I was making Shepherd’s Pie; I narrate what I’m doing as if I were Rachel Ray. Maybe this is a sign I need to cut back on watching food network.
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