I decorated cookies tonight. Now the box smells like too much sugar.
Today’s Exploit:
The mud logger is one of those creepers.
Mostly he’s just irritating and an insufferable over-sharer.
But lately he’s been hinting that I “need” to bake something.
He walked in one day and said, “So, I hear you’re a baker.”
Me: You’ve been misinformed.
Him: What! Those roughnecks lied to me?
Me: Yep.
On another day, after I’d gone food shopping I dropped my bananas and was cursing my clumsiness.
Him: Oh! It’s time for banana bread! You bake, right?
Me: Grumble grumble. No.
For one: Who wants to bake in a pig sty that’s infested with mice?
For two: Trying to force me to do something is probably a guarantee that I’ll do everything in my power to not have to do it. Especially if you’re being creepy and stalker-ish.
I have taken to being extra surly in the trailer so that no one will talk to me, since privacy and being alone is not a conceivable option.
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