Withering looks.

If looks could kill, that dinner has had it.
if looks

Posted on May 14, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I remember coming in after school, ravenous, and my heart would fall when I saw the windows steamed up and heard the pressure-cooker hissing, and I knew it was stew for dinner. 😦


  2. If I ever did that, my Mum would take it away, and I’d get it at the next meal…. cold and congealed, or heated up in the oven ( pre microwave era), shrivelled and dried up… yummy!


  3. hahaha…love it!


  4. Hilarious! That’s how I felt as a kid about the peas on my plate—just before flicking them one-by-one into the corners of the kitchen.


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