In fact, I don’t know.
Me
It’s how the first pancake in a batch is always terrible because the griddle isn’t hot enough, or the batter is the wrong consistency, or a million other reasons.
Pretty much everything I bake suffers from the first pancake phenomenon, mainly because I’m easily distracted, so I’m just waiting for this one to burn so I can start the second batch, which is the one I always get right.
Cam
Why not just stand by the stove so you can make sure it doesn’t burn?
Me
Because then it wouldn’t be tradition. Keep up, Cameron.
I wish you were here. I bet we could have some serious fun with this caramel sauce.
Cam
Are you seriously teasing me with caramel sauce sex right now?
I have to have Thanksgiving dinner at lunch time with a bunch of dudes in a hotel ballroom and then play a football game instead of being with you and my kids tomorrow, and now all I’ll be thinking about is licking caramel sauce off your tits.
Me
What can I say? There are worse things to think about. I have fantastic tits.
Cam
No argument there. Maybe you should send me a picture of them. You know, as a reminder.
Me
I’ll do you one better.
[pic of Maddy wearing Cam’s T-shirt and nothing else]
Cam
Fuuuuuuck.
Holy fucking shit, Maddy.
I have to be downstairs in fifteen minutes and my dick is hard as a damn rock.
Please tell me you don’t have anything on under that T-shirt.
Me
I definitely don’t have anything on under this T-shirt.
Cam
I kind of hate Brian for giving you the game off for Thanksgiving. I want to strip that T-shirt off you and bend you over my hotel bed.
Me
Well, now I want that too.
