Felocity

If my latest cam image isn't any indication I enjoy cooking, I don't know what is. I feel so domestic at times, and that is rather amusing. This probably does help to explain though why I was always such a bitch to Jake about the kitchen and dishes and things like that. Up north, my brother is cooking crabs fresh-caught from the sea. I told him to name them things like "skippy", "happy", and "junior", since it would make the cooking process not only more fun. At Solderini's suggestion, I also commented he could name them after people in the room, adding a social element to it all. I have yet to find out the results of this escapade. (Edit: Correction, the results are in and named crabs were dipped.) I am hoping since our spring breaks overlap perfectly, as in they don't, we will be able to hang out for a bit this semester. After all, we are only some 9 hours apart...

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