Towards the end of my senior year in high school I constantly used the phrase “this is my last”. Over and over I would say it was my last time to do this activity with my friends or go to that place. I think I may have said it one too many times because one day my mom sighed and said …” you are using that ‘last time’ reason for everything”. But I truly didn’t want to miss a thing….
The other night I called my neighbor and when she answered I asked … “Why do these things always happen to me?”. She immediately replied …. “You’re cooking again?”. She’s used to my frequent “crisis” calls. It goes like this: I try and cook. I call her with questions. More times than not I do something wrong when I cook because cooking is hard. Don’t try and tell me it’s not. I will admit I was a bit prideful that I had pinned…