Me: “I’ll make dinner.”
Her: “It’s Father’s Day.”
Me: “Oh, please, it’s not like I’m up for Father of the Year.”
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Me: “I’ll make dinner.”
Her: “It’s Father’s Day.”
Me: “Oh, please, it’s not like I’m up for Father of the Year.”
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You had me at “Pork Chops”. I’m sure if you did them right – you moved up at LEAST 1 million points towards “Father of the Year”.
bwahaha, that’s the beauty of it, I fucked them up, too! 😛
I checked them in ten different places with the fucking instant read thermometer (all more than done) but there were some spots near the bone that didn’t look finished so we put them in the microwave. I really don’t think I’m meant to be around food.