Sunday, October 25, 2009

ripped

Jake cuts his own hair in front of the bathroom mirror. During his last hair cut, he called to me, "Hey, check out my six-pack...oh, wait, those are my ribs."

I know what you're thinking: I'm a lousy cook. I'll admit I'm not the best, but he was pretty thin when I got him, so I'm just maitaining the status quo.

5 comments:

LD said...

Maybe Jake should let you splurge and buy some quinoa or some candy or some whole milk!

Cindy said...

I thought you were going to title it "ribbed" : )

Charlotte said...

Ha, ha, Cindy! Very clever!

Jamie said...

see, not being a good cook has its benfits--a thin family. Your cooking is another reason I like you.

Wendi said...

You can't cook any worse than me. Ask my family - if it ain't burned mom didn't cook it!