Easy Like Sunday Morning

There is an incredibly large batch of guacamole on the counter right now.

There is a cut on my finger that is burning, burning, burning from the serrano I cut up to go in it.

Tomorrow we are having company and Boyfriend is nervous, nervous. (Me too !!!)

We are stunningly charming though, so it will be just fine.

Maybe you could come over next.

We'll feed you.

Wanna?