Go Ask Daddy About Rare Fossils, Famous Eye Patches and Subtleties of Stealing

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I never preview any of my future posts here on the CD.

It’s not that it’s a huge secret. Usually, it’s just that I haven’t started on the next post. You know, I like to keep it fresh around here.

I already know what Monday’s post will cover, though. It’ll be about high school graduation.

I’m still a couple of years away from it with Elise, so it’s not like that. You’ll see what I’m talking about Monday.

🕷️ Go Ask Daddy About Ref Jobs, Flash Mobs and Spider Globs

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I love to cook.

I’m a foodie. I can do something about my affliction. I can’t say the same for those of you who pine on Pinterest for brownies and holiday wreaths, yet can’t boil water or cross a stitch. It’s not always pretty when I get in the kitchen, though.

I’m this strange amalgamation of Emeril and Richard Lewis when I deal with measuring cups and skillets.

Like Emeril, I’m ambitious. (And I would love someday to have a chef shirt with a script E on it, because, of course.) I’m ready to battle with baby back ribs, take on tortilla soup or pound out some pumpkin pie.