Second Chance Idol Week 4: CRUNCH
All my entries this season are based on the webcomic I.C.Q., of which I am one of the co-creators, together with shurhaian. This week's host is Sarah; you can read an introduction to her in my Introduction entry and the characters' Re-Introduction. Comments can be addressed to either myself or Sarah. She'll answer unless doing so would spoil the comic.
A close-up of Sarah's muzzle, mouth open, with a piece of French toast with whipped cream and blueberries on a fork held up towards it.
Okay, I get it, I haven't tried half the things he's tried or done half the things he's done. Especially not in the back seat of Mother's car. I get it. Seriously. I just wish that Blake would, you know, stop bugging me about it. I know he's got more of a clue about some things, no need to rub it in. It's not like I chose to grow up under strict supervision virtually 24/7. I didn't even like my last governess!
Blake just keeps being obnoxious about it every single time he finds out I've not done something before. He was on my back about my food, he was on my back over Toni's gross salty fish, he was on my back about the beer... As though it wasn't enough that he's a jerk about the toilet seat. Can't he please mind his own business for five damn seconds and leave me alone?
I can take care of myself, you know. For your information, I do a great job of it, too! I went down to the store, myself, and bought food. I carried it home, myself. I even bagged it in the store, and I made sure to put the eggs on top so they wouldn't get crushed. I'm not some dumb blonde or anything like he seems to think. I wish Toni would tell him to knock it off. He actually listens to Toni. Somewhat.
When I got back, I found a casserole pan, cracked a couple of eggs into it, added some milk, sugar, cinnamon and vanilla, and whipped it all with a fork. Then I got some slices of bread, soaked them in it, and fried them. The kitchen smelled awesome, and they came out just right, golden brown and crispy on the surface, and slightly gooey in the middle.
I ate them with whipped cream and fresh blueberries. And it was delicious. Even better than Mother's maid could do, thank you very much.
Written for season 7 of therealljidol, Second Chance edition. Please visit the topic to see what others have written for the topic of CRUNCH.
A close-up of Sarah's muzzle, mouth open, with a piece of French toast with whipped cream and blueberries on a fork held up towards it.
Okay, I get it, I haven't tried half the things he's tried or done half the things he's done. Especially not in the back seat of Mother's car. I get it. Seriously. I just wish that Blake would, you know, stop bugging me about it. I know he's got more of a clue about some things, no need to rub it in. It's not like I chose to grow up under strict supervision virtually 24/7. I didn't even like my last governess!
Blake just keeps being obnoxious about it every single time he finds out I've not done something before. He was on my back about my food, he was on my back over Toni's gross salty fish, he was on my back about the beer... As though it wasn't enough that he's a jerk about the toilet seat. Can't he please mind his own business for five damn seconds and leave me alone?
I can take care of myself, you know. For your information, I do a great job of it, too! I went down to the store, myself, and bought food. I carried it home, myself. I even bagged it in the store, and I made sure to put the eggs on top so they wouldn't get crushed. I'm not some dumb blonde or anything like he seems to think. I wish Toni would tell him to knock it off. He actually listens to Toni. Somewhat.
When I got back, I found a casserole pan, cracked a couple of eggs into it, added some milk, sugar, cinnamon and vanilla, and whipped it all with a fork. Then I got some slices of bread, soaked them in it, and fried them. The kitchen smelled awesome, and they came out just right, golden brown and crispy on the surface, and slightly gooey in the middle.
I ate them with whipped cream and fresh blueberries. And it was delicious. Even better than Mother's maid could do, thank you very much.
Written for season 7 of therealljidol, Second Chance edition. Please visit the topic to see what others have written for the topic of CRUNCH.