"I just, I want, I want to be one of those people that can make stuff," stumbled April to her vastly more intelligent husband who winced as she uttered these incoherent words to him while trying to explain her desire to bake, grind her own grains, and prepare cereals on her own from scratch like Grandmothers used to in the olden days when their sole responsibilities were in the kitchen.
See, the stupidity is already infecting my verbalizing skills. Damn choices!
When you figure out how to make stuff, have me over so you can teach me. ;)
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