Mother Mayhem: Whatever gave you that idea?
Sweetums: I got the memo.
Mother Mayhem: RAWR.
No one ever said that raising a kid was easy...
June 15, 2011
June 13, 2011
Hot Flash
I made an attempt to cook.
You can quit laughing now.
Seriously.
I used a Paula Deen recipe.
OO-La-La.
Being as that we all know that a watched pot never boils, I just left it alone on the stove to do its own thing. Which, after several minutes, was nothing. I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong. :o\
Like that would be a first. Snort.
I decided to give it a little more time...
And turned the stove burner up a bit higher under the pea pot.
New recipes can be tricky sometimes...
The stress was making me feel slightly flushed.
I didn't actually break into a sweat until I started cheesing the macaroni (even though the new sauce pouch makes things a whole lot easier than that old orange powdery stuff I must say.)
The kitchen was getting hotter and hotter...
I was literally slaving over a hot stove here people...
All for the love of my sweet little family...
The fish sticks were browning nicely...
They didn't stick to the pan! Yay!
Still nothing for the peas...
As I mopped my brow for the umpteenth time I noticed that the back burner was on. The pea pot was on the front burner.
Yup.
June 7, 2011
Snicker
Sweetums: Papa, you have a lot of white hairs.
Cap'n Chaos: I'm just going really blonde.
Sweetums: Yea. Frosty the Snowman blonde.
Mother Mayhem: BWAHAHA. :o)
June 3, 2011
3 Posts in One Day!
Dear Cousin Meggie,
Use "retard classes" to reference some of your school courses in my presence again, and I might not be so tolerant of your ignorance.
RAWR.
Inevitability
Run the vacuum... Someone clips their toenails.
Wipe the bathroom sink... Someone clips their nose hairs.
Scrub the toilet... Someone does the green apple two step.
Degrease the stove top... Someone wants fried egg sandwiches.
Start the dishwasher... Someone sits a dirty glass on the counter.
Clean the kitchen counter... Someone makes Kool-Aid. Red.
Mop the floor... The cat yaks, or someone spills Kool-Aid. Red.
Run the washer... Find someone's dirty white sock behind the couch.
Run the dryer... Find mate to someone's white sock in load of jeans.
Why do I bother?
On the very day I don't...
Someone comes to visit.
Yup.
Never fails.
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