I've really done it this time. My kitchen and the state of my apartment is one horrific, crime-scene-looking, tornado-hit-it-aftermath mess.
I think I'm finally 'mentally' prepared to tackle the mass-chaotic state of my abode. Of course, I've also called in for outside help. This mess has become bigger than me. :)
That's always the hardest part. To get myself prepared to face it. That's right!! I called an intervention on myself. What's a girl to do? I finally reached a point of embarrassment. I'm sure I could've survived a few more days, maybe even a week or two but the stench may have alerted the neighbors. Ok, so not quite that bad. But that's just not good quality of life. The thought of coming back to relax at my apartment was starting to feel not-so-relaxing anymore.
So, my lovely is on his way. I asked him to please help me. He obliged. He's coming with his pepper mill. I asked him to cook me some jalapeno cheese grits too. What a sweetie!!
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