no wonder I'm fat
Feb. 28th, 2004 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honeymonsterMy father cooked and baked all day. After midnight he made the pudding--a double batch of chocolate, and then vanilla. When he'd had breakfast he started the bread. While I was in my second benadryl-induced sleep of the day (damned sinuses) he made doughnuts! And then there was dinner..
Something must be bugging him.
Something must be bugging him.
