No, really. What’s cooking? Are you cooking? Because I’m not, and dinner ain’t gonna make itself.
I’m busy working part-time, nursing a 9-month-old (and generally keeping him alive), and trying not to forget about the cats. That’s about as many mouths as I can keep full at any given time, and you may notice that my own is not included on the list—and this mama is hungry. Like, teenage boy hungry.