My mother came down to visit us this weekend. Actually, I think she came to visit the furry children, and going shopping with me was just a convenient excuse. We went looking for a MOB dress for her to wear to my wedding. MOB stands for mother-of-the-bride, for those of you that don't spend half your life on wedding forums. I don't know why not, since having a wedding is the BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT of a woman's life (note the sarcasm). Despite my usual feelings regarding using acronyms in regular speech, I do think I should start calling my mother the mob. Cody already refers to my family as the outlaws, so we're just sticking with a theme.
In addition to some a surprisingly successful day of shopping (we're not great shoppers), we did a lot of cooking while my mother was in town. We made margherita pizza from scratch (including the pizza dough), vanilla bean cupcakes, steaks, and beer-brined pork chops, all of which are now gone. It wasn't exactly the healthiest weekend ever. So, about that gym membership...
I do occasionally help cook...
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