Sound: "Kids" by MGMT
Yesterday, there was a tube strike (again). Because I live closer to where we had class and where we needed to be for our play, I invited Sean, Aaron, and Will over for dinner. I made fajitas. This was a mistake, because now they (and, because I might as well share it, the entire world) now know that underneath my academically-driven, liberal, feminist exterior lies a 1950s housewife (or, as Will put it, "January Jones").
It might have been the avocado, tomato, and lime garnishes that gave me away.
However, I've decided that I'm just going to enjoy my newly exposed secret. Now I don't have to be sneaky when I go to Whole Foods to buy yummy fancy sausages and cheeses and plan meals for an entire week.
However, Sean is still responsible for dishes.
Peace out, cubscouts.
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