Sometimes it’s just too funny what happens in our household.
Sorry guys but–some things are just so predictable.
1. Last nights dinner: delicious and thanks for helping BUT–flame-broiled steaks mean flames underneath the steaks, not engulfed in them.
2. This morning marked incident number 578 in the empty-milk-carton-in-the-fridge theme. Shame on me for not checking BEFORE I make the coffee but, it is really such a bummer to have the steaming hot cup ready to go, to start your day (the ONE thing I’m looking forward to at that moment) only to find no freaking milk! And, I can’t even count the number of times I’ve asked for this not to happen.
3. Am cleaning up from dinner and find a stick of butter welded to the BOTTOM of the blender base. What? Hello!!! (That is a first-even for our crazy home.)
4. Dogs who live on dog food are happy. It’s just that the guys who own the dogs who think a giant lamb bone is a treat, aren’t the ones who walk the dogs first thing in the morning. I’m just saying. Digestive track much?