Tonight I made some homemade French toast for the kids to have for tomorrow morning. A certain man in our home was lured into the kitchen by the sweet smell of warm cinnamon. I informed him that it was for the next morning and he gave me some kinda look like "woman is you crazay?". The fool then goes on to tell me that he must be making me nervous with all the weight (1 pound) that he lost and some jabber about how fine and sexy he was getting. He thinks I plotted to try to put the weight back on him. All this was being said as syrup dripped down the side of his mouth. That's your boy!
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