Hours spent cleaning up Cricket’s hair balls and hiding human heads in places other than freezer: 5.
Dollars spent in eight minutes during the first Giant trip in two months, picking up staples other than wine, tampons, and Lean Cuisines: 76.
Acquiring a pink apron-ed, French toast-making Canadian kitchen minion for a full 48 hours: Priceless.
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Hours spent waiting to be able to post: 5
Grr…
…and I want some french toast next time
Why does Jorge look like he’s about to kick your ass?
I love dem candians.
And “gigiddy, gigiddy, gigiddy” I’m sitting here at my desk doing that. I have issues.
Come on. A Canadian making French Toast? Could this be any more stereotypical?
I suppose he ice skated to the store to buy some back bacon then sang some Rush while he cooked over an open flame then made his own maple syrup.
*giggle*
I’m a Canadian, and I make French toast. But this is good. This is very, very good. I love the look on his face.
That is my sexy look.
You like?
Only Mama can make my husband wear that.
Thanks for the great weekend!
sweeeeeeeeet!
I just found your blog from another blog from yet another blog. And I likey. Especially the drinking part. I myself enjoy some Pinot Grigio when I sit myself down to blog.
Nice pic. nice apron. Nice toast. ;)
Nothing says Canadian-made French toast like a pink apron.
HA!
That’s. Awesome.
WHORE-HEYYYYYYY!! I can’t believe he was in your kitchen. How frigging cool! What about Bug, though; how did he react? Was he cool? I hope no one got bit. (I hear Whore-hey has sharp teef.)
Bug opened up to me.
But he hated the camera.
Poor little guy thinks his soul will be taken.
Little did he know it wasn’t the camera he needed to worry about!
Jorge’s a hottie!
Sex-ay!
French toast? I’ll be right down…
Please. Stop. I can’t laugh anymore.
JY – If you think that is hot, then I fear for your sanity. :)
Wicked h – Pink is my colour…
bridget jones – Too late. We ate it all. You might not want any when you find out how I made it (which I will post very, very soon)
Kim – NEVER. NEVER!
Hilarious!!! And, lucky you…how was the French toast?
Haha! Super cute. Hope y’all had fun; sorry I missed it! (And your hair looks cute in the pic on Kim’s site!)
I mean, you, Kris, not Jorge. But, erm, his hair looks cute, too! Sure, why not!
I love that picture of Jorge! He looks like he’s about ready to open up a karate-sized can of whoopass. Nothing like a man in a pink apron to make a girl drool.
Haha
i love a man in an apron…means there’s real cooking going on! lucky mrs. jorge!
my husband has an apron that says Hello Daddy…his friends made it for him and it’s just funny to see him wear it
Where can I get one of those?
I’m expensive.
Can you afford it?
Plus you have to clear it with Mrs. J.
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