Today I was riffling through our storage closet when the hubby inquired as to my quest.
Me: "I'm about to say something you will probably never hear again."
Him: "I hate it when you start conversations that way. What."
Me: "I'm baking bread."
Him: .....
The fact that I'm baking, is I believe, one of the seven signs of the Apocolypse. Say good-bye to your loved ones now.
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