Dough Me Up Wei...

Salaam to all, and a most beneficial day I wheat-fully wish you...

As mentioned forehand, My Wife decided to be herself and lovingly aided everyone in adjusting to a new facet of our pittance life. Baking was her weapon of mass adoration, Suave was her calling, Stuffed stomaches was our cursed delight ... hehe.

Not so cursed I should say.

First it was brownies. Well, let me tell you a story about My Wife's brownies... MY brownies, if you'll fart away the misdemeanor formed round that previous speck of a statement. Another time.

Then, we were bombarded with cookies. They were everywhere, assaulting us from every pore, stifling our wanton cries of virgin innocence, ergo " NO! CANNOT EAT!!! BADAK DAH BANYAK DAH NI!!!". Hope you see the painted words.

Time for slumber. May you find solace in these simple stimulus - Regardless of whether it's EAT TO LIVE or LIVE TO EAT- shit is bound to happen so in the end, DOES OT MATTER?

Take care. xoxo Mother Podridgers.

P.S. James Blunt BATU-BATU!!!