I put the lettuce in the bowl, cut up the tomatos and grated some cheese. My salad was ready. I grabbed the bowl, all proud of myself for actually wanting to eat some vegetables. Placed it on the table and walked back into the kitchen. I glanced down at the delicious looking soup on the stove. It wasn't boiling yet. I
squated down around my big belly leaned over and grabbed a paper bag, from our recent trip to the grocery store, off the floor and collapsed it. Again I glanced at my soup, still not boiling. AND Again, I grabbed another bag; this time with my toes because leaning over is u.n.c.o.m.f.o.r.t.a.b.l.e. Lather, rinse, repeat. I prepared HRJ's dinner...ya, it was left over night..w
hy is it I never want to cook after stocking our kitchen with food?...got him all set up. Then I scrubbedthekitchenpaintedtheentireupstairswentthrough18hoursoflaboragain and headed back to check on my soup.
Still it waaaaasn't boiling! I stood there at the stove, looking puzzled.
"Oh my gawd!" I
yelled. said in a inside voice. "I am
such an idiot."
"What?" said the hubs.
"I turned the wrong burner on!" I whimpered.
Five minutes later my soup was boiling and ready.
In my defense, I've only ever had gas stoves and this one is electric. It doesn't show which one is on if someone say doesn't use their brain.
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