Okay okay. I know you must be beating up yourself with questions as to why such a magnificent, quiet dove such as my self would get upset over things like someone finishing the breakfast sausages that I cooked.
You know my family---you've definitely met the five of us.
So when I offer- (well it was my turn but whose counting) to make breakfast and have a ten pack farmer's choice - please divide equally among five and move.
The Otaye's please. I swear ill move out next year when I turn thirty something!






