Co damn sign. This box head ass homegirl of my wife tried to lecture me on baking. Mind you I fixed them a cool little brunch. I'm in my Kobe Jordan groove shit is on. Chris Botti playing from the speakers
Instead of her shutting all de fuck up and enjoying the food. I had been up since 3am. Mind you i went the traditional route lobster shrimp and smoke sausage over a bed of cheddar asiago grits. I had fixed mimosas and prepared smoothies. They also had baked spiced rum and banana stuffed french toast with a brown sugar streusel topping.
Homegirl didn't lend a hand. She flopped down and tried to get comfortable. The wife gave her a tour. She talked about how nice it is. She was shocked to shit I picked the paintings and furniture. The wife did the colors and master bath.
I only did it for the Mrs. Saturday is my sleep in till an ignant time day. Now I know how Kobe feels when Smush Parker tried to sit down at his table