Just in case anybody thought that my cooking might actually be getting better:
The other night I accidentally broiled the rolls instead of baking them.
Whoops.
At fault?
I remember being roused last night into that half-asleep, half-awake daze to my husband yelping beside me.
“Why’d you pinch me?” he hollered.
I responded: “You were irritating me in my dream.”
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My sick boyfriend
Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.
I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.
Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.
Oops.