Ahhh, My Dear...

...queen of the kitchenaide. I had no idea who you were prior to this morning. Then you inadvertently invaded my sheltered existence and told me you were going to make doggy bisquits out of cookie dough for....your fucking dogs birthday!! I have hired an international hitman to come take your dishes, knives and other various and sundry cooking utensils and such away from you. You will be banished to the bowels of hell. A dogs B'Day? Just...well, you know...