Picky Eaters and I Stole a Cat

I wonder if all the writers of the picky eaters posts I’m finding on Pinterest realized how many of them would be used by an adult who is pickier than her almost-four-year-old…

In other news, I stole someone’s cat yesterday. Continue reading “Picky Eaters and I Stole a Cat”

Too Many Dishes to Do Dishes

When your sink is too full of dishes to¬†do the dishes…

I’m currently in that boat. Our dishwasher is shit, so I have to practically hand wash everything before putting it in just to make it come clean, but right now the sink is over full and I’m just too annoyed to address the issue at the moment. Tonight might be a fast food night. I won’t have kiddo back from her dad’s until seven tonight, so my guilt will be minimal.

Yeah… Fast food. Continue reading “Too Many Dishes to Do Dishes”

“We don’t own a broiler pan…”

The phone is ringing.

It’s my husband, calling as he always does as he drives home from work. It’s likely been a long, hard day. It always is, and I say that with sympathy, not annoyance. He loves his job, but it takes a toll. He works in stocks and investments and it’s tax time.

I pick up the phone.

“We don’t own a broiler pan and we don’t have any foil!” I whine miserably as my greeting. Continue reading ““We don’t own a broiler pan…””