feeling a little better today, but i just wanna share this bonkers dream i had last night before i get settled in to make memes here.
so, i was back in my childhood home which, for context, is an old farmhouse with a tiny kitchen. And for some reason, Gordan Ramsay was there. And i was supposed to cook for him. I guess if I’m trying to figure out backstory, my mom called him, bc she was there, too, out in the dining room with him. She must’ve told him that i had a whole team of chef’s back there and fancy equipment... but it was just me, a single pot, on my parent’s old stove that doesn’t even work that well anymore, and i was trying to bake cookies on the other end of the kitchen.
anyway, he asks for like, 6 things at the same time. i panic, i’m racing around the kitchen trying to make it all, but i’ve only got the one pot, and i’m trying to mix cookies, and for some reason, everything just isnt working... knife won’t cut, mixer won’t mix, etc. i’m crying, i’m freaking out. things are starting to burn. and who should come storming into the kitchen, but Ramsay, himself, starting up with one of his ICONIC™ rants, when he stops short, takes a look around all confused. i start apologizing, i’m crying, holding my single pot of burned something, and telling him “I’m so sorry, I’m trying my best, I’ve only got one pot, I can’t do everything myself!” and he turns around and marches off to my mom and chews her out. and the last thing i heard before i woke up, laughing, was “SHE”S ONLY GOT ONE FOOKING POT!”
my brain, guys, gals, and non-binary pals