“Just another boring day in my life,” thought Cheyenne as she pushed her cart around the grocery store. She was in day two of her four days off in a row. She’d slept in that morning and decided to get the grocery shopping out of the way. She hated to cook and usually ate herself out of house and home before forcing herself to go to the store. She lived on packaged food and easy to make processed food. She had no inclination to learn to cook. Cheyenne figured she was somehow missing the “cooking gene” or whatever it was that made other women want to learn how to make delicious meals.
“Just another boring day in my lifeBesides that, Karen was an excellent cook, it was just one more thing her mom used to measure her against her sister, and Cheyenne always came out the loser. Cheyenne mentall
