Before we find each other, get married, and have our 2.5 children, I just wanted to let you know a little something about me. I would rather invite Ratty McRat Rat - the rodent who conducted a home invasion in my apartment approximately one month ago - to come over and have sangria than cook. I? Am not Martha Stewart. You? Will not find me basting the turkey for Christmas or Thanksgiving. You might find me in the kitchen with several opened bottles of wine just staring at the turkey, but I won't be basting it.
I do hope that you were planning on marrying me for my mind rather than a fantasy you have of me wearing an apron, pearls, heels, and a rather frilly frock opening the oven and pulling out a pan of perfectly golden cornbread.
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Sincerely,
Your Future Wine-Guzzling Wife
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...so then, this note is to Peter? Because he can cook, so I think you're all good there.
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