Tonight after my 3rd burned batch of baked french fries, I cried out in distress, "I WANT TO BE A GOOD COOK!!" He looked at me in love and said, "I know honey and I want to be an astronaut one day."
(Mom don't read this part...)
So I stuck my middle finger up at him and made him eat on the couch with Gracie.
Ok. That is not totally true. I thought it was pretty funny. I just threw the oven mit at him.
....Maybe cooking isn't in the cards for me :(
3 comments:
That was hilarious! Thank you guys for visiting us last night, it was a breath of fresh air and I appreciate it more than you know! Thank you!
I love your fries!
Don't worry it doesn't make you a bad wife if you can't cook ... believe me I know!
Hey Maris... This is Kim Rhodes... Your husband asked my husband for my blog address so I thougth I'd just say hi. Just moved over to blogspot from another site and found all of you from spur....
On the cooking... I HATE TO COOK! And my husband loves food and hates leftovers so it's my constant battle. He comes home half the time wondering what for dinner and I say... "oh I fogot to think about it...." so off he goes to take out....
Gotta love them!
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