More journal madness:

While we were baking cookies, my mother came into the kitchen. And then she said, “What is this smell!! It’s like a pooh of you dog!!” Then she watched the paste of the cookie and said “What’s this fresh and slimy wad? It’s so grotesque and stinky!!!”

Guess who I’m never accepting cookies from?

Posted in Japan on Wednesday February 16, 2005.

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