I’m Officially Not a Shitty Girlfriend Anymore
Ed and I have been dating since January. So we have been together, what? NINE MONTHS! Whew! That is the longest I have been in a relationship outside of my ex-husband! But I digress. In those nine months together I have not cooked for him once, unless you count heating up a Totinos pizza, which I totally do but he claims it doesn’t count.
Whatever.
None of that matters now because I “officially” cooked for him AND I had him take pictures to document it.
Look! An apron and everything. Total domestic goddess!
OK so domestic goddess may be a bit of an overstatement for cooking breakfast. However, I did purchase all of the food, mix a pre-made waffle mix, crack eggs and touch raw meat. All to create a lovely meal for my babe.
I cooked eggs too but they didn't make it into the picture.
There should be some type of award for best girlfriend EVER, because I would totally win! I even did the dishes after cooking while ED looked up sports scores online. Yet for some odd reason ED is not nearly as impressed with me as I am.
Again, whatever.
At least I’ve got that out of the way and he can no longer say I A) don’t know how to cook or B) that I never have for him. Which is awesome because now I can go back to my philosophy that kitchens are simply where you store the wine and house the wine glasses.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
You’re super cute in your apron. Now come over and make me some GD waffles.
Didn’t your mom teach you to cook? Shame on her. AT least you try. That counts. Oh yeah, I remember she couldn’ cook. Ask her about the soup in the pot story.
Looks to me like there’s very little on underneath that apron. If I were ED, I’d be quiet about your cooking skills and be thankful for the show. hahaha.
Ed seems like a very ungrateful sort of man. My grandmother couldn’t cook when she first got married. She actually boiled a hole in the pot trying to cook custard.Their still married fifty years later so being able to cook is overrated in terms of relationship skills. I’ve just got boiled over custard (twas an overwhelming failure by the way) all over me, so it appears these things are hereditary. Just next time he complains remind him you need to be validated for such actions so to praise you like it was the best thing you’ve ever done if he ever wants you to do it a-bloody-gain!