I was dead tired after work. I really
wanted to cook a special dinner. But I also really
needed to feed the kids before 8:30 p.m. Soooo...
My hubby, the master chef in the family, wasn't as thrilled with this dinner as I was. A girl's gotta do something when her hubby the master chef is out of town. Oh, heck, you mean I should COOK? Uh.
I promise to do better. Grill cheese, anyone?