By Chef Unxmaal
“Whose mug is this?” Becky asked.
“No idea,” I replied. “What are you talking about?”
“This mug right here,” she said. I leaned back in my chair and craned my neck to see.
“I’m trying to watch this show,” I said. “What’s the big deal about a mug?”
“I’ve never seen it before,” Becky said, getting that tone in her voice like I was about to be in trouble.
“So what? You collect cups and mugs like most people … er, don’t,” I said. If I was going to be in trouble, I might as well go for broke.
“Well, look at it. It’s weird. And I’ve never seen it before.” Continue reading “The Mug”
By Chef winterinthehellscape
I was brought up very sheltered. Homeschooled until high school. My only social network outside of my family was my southern baptist church. As you can imagine, this led to a few issues where social interaction was concerned. Continue reading “When You Have a Bad Feeling, Trust It”
By Chef Dectrek
I’ve never liked getting help from others. It always felt like pity. Like someone was trying to rub it in my face that I needed them even for the briefest moment in time.
So you can imagine how tough it was when my husband died and all the neighbors wanted to offer me their condolences. Denise would come over and say “Laura, it’s such a shame about George. How are you going to manage raising little Susy all by yourself? I’ve still got Drew and we can barely keep up with our five little ones considering how involved they are at the school. Anyways I brought you a casserole. Just put it in the oven for 30 minutes and no more or else it will burn…” It’s funny how I always left it in ten minutes to long. I guess I’m clumsy. Continue reading “A Cult Shoveled My Driveway”