Saturday, September 22, 2007

The wonders of being domestically challenged.

Sookie (not her real name) cooks for me.

Ok, so she doesn't actually cook for me, but she cooks a lot and I get the leftovers.

Everyone knows that I am 'domestically challenged', I don't cook. I microwave, I barbeque, but I don't cook. Sookie takes pity on me and when she cooks for the kids (5 grandkids) I get the leftovers. The other girls get their noses out of joint. "She never brings us dinner."

"Ya, well you can cook for yourselves.....I don't cook."

The other night I got roast beef, spicy chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. Oh, and a lasagna.

Don't hate the player.

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