Confession: I just broke a nail trying to pry two frozen hot dogs apart. This is why I don't cook.
Don't even ask why I'm eating a hot dog at 11am. The Drummer does all the cooking, and simply can't understand why I won't eat if he's not here to feed me. Case in point. My jagged, hanging by a thread fingernail.
I have no inspiration today. Excuse me while I go polish off the rest of the frozen mangoes. Can't hurt myself on those now can I?
