I went to get my hair done with my boyfriend's mom on Sunday. We had a lovely time. As per usual the conversations tend to center around food and cocktails, as the three of us love cooking and drinking. We were talking about the stuffed chicken breasts I had cooked for dinner that week, which turned to me saying "I really need to get a mallet so I can pound the chicken out and roll it." Saul, our phenomenal hair guy, busts up laughing. "You should really get a mallet and just giggle every time you pound the chicken...it will freak Richard out."
I am so doing this.
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