She stared at the pantry wondering why the hell she agreed to host a dinner party. Cooking wasn’t one of her favorite things, actually she would rather slit her wrists. In a society where cooking is supposed to be innately feminine she wondered if she missed the gene. “Girls are supposed to do this, and should know how to do that”, she rolled her eyes so hard she was sure she felt the optic nerve stretch.
She dialed the number,
“Good evening Joy”,
“The usual please”,
“Coming right up”,
“Make it 12 boxes, I have company”,
“Sure thing, they will be delivered in 30 minutes”.
She pressed the end call button smiling, they will have dinner my style. Mum is gonna be sooooooo pissed though, she chuckled.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with the blog, Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!
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