...being in my kitchen, well into my second (large) glass of wine, frying chicken, squash casserole in the oven, mixing up cookie dough, listening to my Dusty Springfield Pandora station, singing along with and doing dramatic interpretive dance to The Supremes in my underwear and tank top.
You so wish you were here with me.
Editor's note: I sort of scorched some of that chicken while I was typing the post. Totally worth it.
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