Thursday, October 01, 2009
fending for myself
In our house, Paul does the cooking.
But with it being quarter end and all, he has been putting in long days and so, many phone calls later (and much whining of "when are you coming hoooome? I'm huuuuungry"), I finally decided to fix myself some dinner.
As you can see, it wasn't pretty.
(But in all fairness to myself I did make some rockin' bacon on the foreman grill to go along with my sad looking eggs.)
(Yes, those are eggs. Who knew it was that hard to flip them in the pan? Not me.) Labels: Life, The Hubs
wingless was still breathing at 6:51 PM
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