I know I said my next post was going to be about my out of control faces, but I've been looking at photos all day. And, I'd rather blog about this. Double and, I'm unsure as to why I'm giving an explanation (to a hypothetical questioning).
Paul (if I were talking to my mom I would have to say my Paul, in contrast to Paul Brown the Miss NY ED) has the swine flu. Kidding. But, he is feeling pretty under the weather. So tonight I'm going to make dinner and then we're going to watch Planet Earth. It's like his birthday. Or better. Because otherwise, I'm not a fan of Planet Earth, slash I refuse to watch it unless it's a party and people are talking and music is on. Refusal in the most non-bratty way possible. And we still have approximately 3/4 of The Notebook left. Anyways, last time I tried to make dinner I attempted Lisa Smith's Chicken and Broccoli casserole. In her words it is "very easy". Okay. So, I cut the recipe in half and before I even put it in the oven Paul said, "do you think that's a little watery?". Hmm. Yes, yes it was. I forgot to halve the chicken broth. My mom said I could "eye it". HA.
Round Two. Tonight. His mom's Chicken and Mushroom Casserole. The long and short of the email chain included these words ... "foolproof", "no pressure", and of course I used the words "pizza joint and speed dial" in the same sentence.
Perhaps I will redeem myself. If not I may never have children. Otherwise, they're eating bologna and cheese sandwiches for 18 years (cough, cough. Lisa Smith literally fed us those in elementary school).