So, this post will be about cooking.....9 dishes exactly.
No, I didn't cook them, but I heard that someone did for her newly-wed husband. A picture was posted online..........I was green with envy.
I mean, really, 9 dishes? The average working woman cannot even manage to put together a decent dinner for herself, let alone, 9 dishes.
When I get off work, the last thing I want to do is spend another hour and a half cooking. I'm starving by that time and all I want to do is put something in my stomach, so I won't faint.
Now I'm not jealous because there were 9 dishes; Chris' uncle has made 10-12 dishes before and I thought that was amazing!
But this time, I was so envious because (please excuse my shallowness here):
1) she doesn't need to work
2) she has the whole house to herself
3) she's rich
4) so she has all the time in the world to indulge in culinary art
She just seems so.......annoyingly happy, so better than everyone else because she can indulge in the finer things in life.
What is wrong with me?
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