Boyfriend (MrM in my case): I'm nervous about going so far away for two weeks.
Me: You'll be fine! You've travelled lots and lots before.
Boyfriend: Yes I know, but it's different this time. Leaving you here for two weeks alone.
Me: I'll be fine! Don't worry!
Boyfriend: I mean leaving you with the house. Alone. And with all the coocking. Frankly I'm afraid you'll starve to death!
End of conversation.
This, my friends, is how you know if you are domestically challenged or not. If your better/worse half is afraid that you'll starve to death whenever s/he is going away for two weeks it's a sure sign you are no Jamie Oliver.
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Hahahahahahaaaa!
But seriously, even an Olympic Athlete could survive on beef casserole and gratin of fish for two weeks, I'm sure of it! =)
Hallon och kantareller, du överlever <3
Tur att jag ska till det förlovade landet töcksfors i helgen
och äta upp mig lite :)
Piizz out Loved ones!
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