You know those horror films where the protagonist thinks they’re alonein the house but when they look up, a scary doll on the shelf across the room is suddenly halfway closer to them, then they look away and back again and the doll is pretty much upon them? That’s what making dinner with Fang is like. He’s nowhere to seen but once I start cooking, boom. I have a stalker.
Look at that mug! So much judgement in such a little package! 🤣🤣🤣