This is so embarrassing.
We’ve been in the crappy corporate apartment for 62 days.
We have 29 left.
Last night was the first time I turned on the oven.
Guess what?
It doesn’t work.
So here’s the conundrum…
Do I call the office and report the faulty appliance therefore outing myself as the world’s biggest loser mother who NEVER cooks for her family?
Or do I just keep my mouth shut, give up on Take-and-Bake pizza’s and stick to delivery?
Mike wants me to report it…
I think the man is jonesin for a home cooked meal.
We’re free most nights folks…
Anyone???
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