
This is Bosch, she hails from Orem, was sired by Bosch Kitchen Center and has an extremely impressive pedigree. That is right, this baby is pure bread. Ok I am done talking about my mixer like it is a pure bread dog sired from nothing but the finest of the breed. However there are some people that believe that about a Bosch, yes you gma D and Mrs. Kay. I can see it now, like a scene out of The West Side Story, the Kitchen-Aid crew facing off with the Bosch crew, snapping and creeping toward each other wielding spatulas and cookie paddles, rattling off the best bread recipes in their frilly flour covered aprons. I have a feeling that I will spend most of my time after work standing over this mixer and trying to come up with the best bread substitutions known to man. Will this new addition bring neglect to Nick? The answer is no, he is busy slaving away in college, packing his brain with information about Utah's diversity and criminal studies. What about Shelbie? Shelbie doesn't have anything to worry about, she isn't being replaced. However, I would almost a mixer share the bed with Nick and I seeing that it doesn't have four spasmatic limbs that whack us in the face like 2X4's all night long, long hair to inhale during a peaceful nights sleep, or an undying need for your undivided constant attention in the middle of a good dream. But who can resist this face? 
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1 year ago

2 comments:
You kill me Amanda! That picture of Shelbie is ADORABLE! I Love the bow!
I love Sheebie!!!
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