I do.
So then I drowned my sorrows in some clips from Cougar Town and an Episode of Glee.
Four hours later I decided I should eat.
Enter fridge. What? nothing to eat? I've got noodles. I've got spices. I've got sauce. I've got a meal.
So then I stirred the meal. With a wooden spoon.
Thought: Isn't it ironic that the wooden spoon is one of my favorite kitchen utensils?
Did you get whomped with the wooden spoon a couple times too?
ReplyDeleteI read your FB status about you saying that you didn't want to cook so you made spaghetti...When I want to cook...I make spaghetti. Damn it.