I really hate my job so much that it is painful to get up in the morning. Here it is 8:16, I am ready to go. The Kitchen is clean, diswasher unloaded and loaded, 2 pans soaking, counters scrubbed, sink scrubbed and all back to normal. Last night we had Chicken Enchlada’s. One of my favorite things. So there were margarita’s and guack. What a mess I made. When I get my “forever” house I plan on having 2 dishwashers. Idealy there would be a butler kitchen but hey I will be more than pleased with two dishwashers. And don’t look at me like I am nuts they put 2 ovens in the wall all the time. The problem with all of you is that in the year 2008 people just don’t cook like we used to. You’d be laughing right now if you saw I had on an apron.
Yesterday’s pictures tell a story. The story of an 80 lb basett hound who doesn’t know how large he really is. He was very interested in something that was under the couch cushion.
Carla exclaimed “OMG he’s in all the way to his boy parts”
And the end results:
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