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- Simply Tiffany
- Wouldn't you like to know, California, United States
- Having reached the ripe age of four and twenty, being three of ten, and the very happy wife of Ben Hector, Tiffany delights in taking joy in the small things in life. Her haven of rest is in Central California where she is quite happy being a housewife. Her main interests include baking, sewing, writing, pretending to be a photographer, knitting, historic dancing, playing the piano, writing music and clothing design. Her latest experiments in the kitchen, have been many different kinds of Cheesecake and large gourmet dinners which include way too many dishes.
Fishing for Trout
Oh, the joys of cooking!
Food, Glorious Food!
if they thought you were to young to get married, how old did they think I was?! :)yikes!
ReplyDeletejess
Well...that can be a good thing:
ReplyDeletewhen you're older, you'll look younger...
and when you're younger, you'll look older.
Except, the former is already happening, so the latter must have happened already. So when you were 10....you looked 30? Because now that you're 20, you apparently look to be 15. But when you become even older, you'll look even younger (using the previous cigol), so when you turn 40...you'll look 20? Ack, however, when you look 20 at 40, then you're actually younger, so you'll look older than you really are. Annnnd, I could keep on going around in circles like that...
...but I won't. ;-)
We'll see y'all tomorrow at church!
Ah yes, and the creme brulee we had over in CO was normal (vanilla?) creme brulee. ;-) I even got the recipe... :-D
ReplyDeleteAnd that chocolate one sounds so good. *sighs*
I read this post yesterday and didn't think much of it. Snickered and moved on.
ReplyDeleteWhen I woke up this morning I was telling Jana about this weird dream which I later determined must've been caused by reading this post.
In my dream there was a family visiting our church from Ohio. There was a young man who you kind of hit it off with. Later you were going to visit their family, and it was apparent that you were going to marry this guy. Jana and I were upset because we were loosing Christa, and now we were loosing you. :) Pretty funny... By the way, his name was Logan. I have no clue where this came from. I have never met a Logan, and I think it's a girls name. (?)
So keep your eye out for a guy named Logan from Ohio.