As I said earlier, we have company coming for dinner this evening.
Around noon , I still hadn't been to the grocery store because hubby had to go get the tire fixed (well ,buy two new tires) and I was cleaning and cooking some delicious lemon bars for dessert tonight. I tell my husband "I could go ahead and go now, if you can take that cake out of the oven when the timer goes off. "
"sure, ok. " so I head off to the grocery store. He calls me about 10 minutes later " Are you sure this thing is done? " "Are the edges brown?" "Yeah, but not very brown." " ok, well set the timer for 5 or 6 more minutes and then get it out "
Meanwhile ,I go to two grocery stores and then I'm standing in the rain putting all our excess junk mail in the recycle bin , in the grocery store parking lot. Hubby calls me again .
"I just fried your cake." " What!?" " I set the timer for 5 minutes ,then I got a phone call and kept working and I forgot all about it." " Is it ruined? "
I'll let you guys see for yourself.
(insert cuzz words here) and start over making new dessert. Ugh!
|My Danish cracker box (living room)|
|and dining room.|
|We don't call him the bunny for nuthin' ,look at that weirdo|
Ok, I have an hour and a half to finish everything....I'm pooped.
Have a great evening Peeps! Luv me