Dear Darling Husband,
Thank you for being such a big help before all of our condo showings.
I know it sucks that we haven’t sold our place yet, but I have to admit that these last few months have REALLY demonstrated that you are an awesome cleaner.
The bathrooms? Amazing.
Your magic scrubbing abilities on the kitchen floor? Just … wow.
I half-suspect the reason we haven’t sold the condo yet is because God is showing us that THIS IS HOW OFTEN we are supposed to clean. And … we weren’t quite doing that, before we had to, you know?
Thank you for being my own personal Mr. Clean. I love you!
Love, your wife
xoxo
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| Assemble a whole-wheat tortilla, some chopped tomatoes, peppers and chicken, and cheese (babies love cheese like mamas love … well, cheese) |
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| You see, right now they’re chopped to normal-person size … |
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| Chop the crap out of them until they’re baby-sized |
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| I don’t suppose babies can have salsa (little weaklings), so I sort of mushed the pulverized tomato bits onto the tortilla as “salsa.” |
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| Add the so-tiny-you-can-barely-see-them pepper bits, and the crushed-into-tiny-flakes chicken bits |
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| Add cheeeeeeese because babies (and everyone) loves cheeeeeese! |
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| Fold the tortilla over and cut into two lovely chunks |
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| Freeze one, refrigerate one, eat immediately — whatev! |
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| Chop into miniscule bites (common theme here) and serve to your baby! If they are anything like mine, they will go apeshit for it. Gobble gobble GOBBLE! Ole! |