Sometimes I have to finish an important project for work, and I need you to entertain yourself for twenty minutes. I know this is asking a lot, and I've come to accept that if left to your own devices you will leave a path of mayhem and destruction in your wake. This is the price I pay for needing to send an e-mail or two.
Today, you occupied yourself by cruising through the kitchen, unpacking my Tupperware cabinet, then scooting over to my cookbooks and pulling out every recipe my mother has ever clipped and sent to me from the pages of "Southern Living."
But in the end, I did get to send those two e-mails, so thanks for the help.
Love,
Mom
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