Last night Erik, his mother and I listened to a message on her answering machine. I've never heard anything like this in my life. You be the judge of who was calling. In a deep man's voice we heard:
Hey, it's Number One. Looking for my girls. Call me.
WHAAAT?! Automatically I thought pimp. Right?
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-Hilary-
This blog is a place for wives, girlfriends, significant others, and anyone else stuck to a chef to come together and chirp to each other about how to deal with the nonsense that goes along with being the wife of a chef. I was struggling to live with a ghost of a husband who I never saw until I met two other chefs' wives that saved me. It was then that I realized there must be more who need love and support too, right? Hilary, First Lady Desperate Chefs'Wives instagram @hilarya25
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2 comments:
OH MY....maybe a customer. If so, I guess he has been with them from the start...Number One
Ooooh, interesting!!! I keep getting phone calls from a very frantic mother of the bride. I don't have the heart to call her back and tell her she's got the wrong number. :-X
And today I got a call on my cell from a guy wanting to buy $640 worth of sneakers. He's meeting somebody today at 6 to get them, but it sure isn't me! LOL
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