School has it's merits, equitably it's downfalls too, yet be that as it may - a two week Easter break can truthfully be splendidly nice. I've had a cracking two-week break. Well, besides from unknowingly putting a metal bowl into the microwave . Picture a flustered hot mess, that's me. Picture an even hotter flaming microwave, that's the microwave. Let's say you guessed that much on your own.
I'm sure it's all karmic... I get it. I'm on high alert. I have that sixth sense feeling I might encounter a similar version of a flustered me sometime in the near future. It's understandable; I have that list of people I would gladly oppose in a probably-verbal, no-contact-please lady fight. I'm not very concerned. It's normal? It's the kitchens version of heated, culinary based dry humour. Not my idealistic representation of gastronomical fun. Yours?
Let's discuss this holiday. It's been serious business.