It was a simple mix-up; improbable, but not impossible.
Kenny's Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions!
It's photography, recipes and madness. It's laughter, it's lessons, it's life…
It was a simple mix-up; improbable, but not impossible.
Under other circumstances, I would have respectfully declined and found an excuse to run to the nearest convenience store, but there were two problems…
Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…
“Depending on the nature of his issues, I offer advice (if he wants it), ask him if he needs my help or just let him vent…”
There was a tense silence as I stared at him, struggling with uttering the words, “that’s bull”, which I had enough sense not to say to a teacher…
What the hell happened? Where did the time go? Who stole my babies?