So I’m sitting here being all proud of myself for not consuming a single dessert or dessert-like food all day (shut up that’s a big deal for me) and then my dad is all
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO? YOU SHOULD BAKE BROWNIES.
HEYYYYYYY DAUGHTER I HAVE AN IDEA. YOU COULD BAKE SOMETHING. LIKE BROWNIES.
BROWNIES BROWNIES BROWNIES.
I fail to understand why this is happening to me.