December 7, 2001
My dad called me as I was leaving work a few days ago. Nothing wrong back home, he just wanted some ideas for what to get me for Christmas. He asked if I could use a griddle or something like that, and with my brain pointed in that direction, I mentioned that I don't have much of anything along the lines of pots and pans. (I don't; a frying pan, a soup-can-sized saucepan and a batch-of-chili-sized saucepan is all.) My father's answer? "Right, so I'll just get you a bunch or girl stuff."
So for those of you who wonder where I get it, there ya go.
