cooking

cousin and his ladylove dropped by the house...

ladylove:  'are you cooking?'

me:  'huh?!  haha...  no!'

ladylove:  'you're wearing an apron so i thought you were cooking...'

me:  'oh...  i'm hosing some stuff and i don't want to dirty my shirt hence the apron...'

uhm...  i've said this countless times:
if the shortest way to a man's heart is through his stomach then i definitely would have to take the long route.

two things i know though:

1.  i can fill in the following blank with so many other verbs:

"I ________ better than I cook."

2.  the secret ingredient is always love  <3 <3

: )