Can I get a mimosa?
Hold the orange juice.
And the cup.
You know what, if you could just pass me the champagne bottle-
Nope, I’m great with popping it open.
Yes, I’ll use my teeth (mom, look the other way).
I’m just so tickled you’re here. And we should celebrate. Really we should.
Celebrate, I say!
I would have had a wonderful recipe to share with you this morning, but my computer was infected with malware and therefore decided to shut down last night. I will be restoring all of my extremely narcissistic and inappropriate pictures of myself and food now. You’re more than welcome. Please expect more of my favorite [egomaniacal and eccentric] I-love-food-and-so-should-you recipe posts to come.
And also, I love you.
Get back to me.