Watching Worst cooks in America with Sir (Because quarantine means blogging and bad TV ya'll) They're making horrible cakes and Sir looks over at me.
"This must be a painful episode for you as baker."
*shrug* "Frosting can cover a multitude of sins." (Side note I absolutely need that on a shirt.)
"....so if I start finding frosting covered bodies I should assume you've become a serial killer?"
"Not where I was going with that, but I mean if I AM a serial killer I hope I'm baking based."
"I think you get to choose your own MO dear."
"Hey you never know what makes people snap. What if whatever it is occurs in a music shop and I end killing with drumsticks forever? I mean how annoying would that be."
"...you're a weird person."
"But I'm your weird person." holding up left hand "Foreeeeeeveeeeer."
This sounds so fake, and at the same time genuinely too stupid of a conversation for me to have made up. This is what too much time in the house does to us. Buckle up kids it's only going to weirder.
