We’re having some friends over for dinner tonight and one of the only things we can cook that doesn’t taste like the crotch crease of a sweaty pair of spandex is mozzarella-stuffed chicken breasts.
So I said to Mark this morning, “You’re going to stuff the chicken before they get here right?”
And without missing a beat he responded, “You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.”
Can I tune in to your house? Me thinks the Mark, Karla and Nate Show would bring huge joy into my life! Until you get picked up I'll keep reading it here, but oh to witness the brilliant comedic timing, and all that gorgeousness...mm-mm-m!