Not all perfect...

I worry too much.

He does not.

I go into a mad frenzy when I realize that I do not have every ingredient.

He calmly replaces the eggs with extra milk.

I end up angry and surrounded by an unfinished cake.

He enjoys his not so perfect creation.

Everything can't be perfect.

(something I should have learned by now)

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Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?


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