Lately I’ve been unmotivated to cook. But EVERY SINGLE day, my family wants to eat.
They’re all like, “Mom, what are you making for dinner.”
And I’m all like (but only in my head), “Blech, those selfish brats always want me to make something.” I don’t say that though. I say, “Um, I don’t really know right now…let me look in the fridge…wow I should have defrosted some chicken or something…no we can’t go out…how about some, um, cereal?
And then they frown.
But now I’ve got that problem all taken care of ’cause I went to dream dinners. Tonight we had island chicken and coconut rice. Sweet! I do love the modern conveniences.
P.S. It was a little different than Let’s Dish in Fairfax where I used to go, and I didn’t like it quite as much, but I’m trying to reserve judgement for awhile since I’m not sure if the little differences were actually inferior or if I just don’t like them because I hate things being different. If I ever run for anything my slogan may well be “A VOTE for Shelley is a VOTE for Stagnation!” Whose with me?