March 26, 2012
These children, always with the wanting of dinner. EVERY night.
I like cooking when I feel like cooking. When I don’t? I feel like crying a river of salty tears every time I hear a small voice say, “Mama, what’s for dinner?”
I don’t know, child o’ mine. When are you going to learn I never know until it’s 6pm and I’m standing in front of the fridge?
February 8, 2012
You know how sometimes it’s 7:30 on a Monday and you are still 45 minutes from home and you realize when you get there you are still going to be expected to feed those three hungry mouths attached to those three hungry kids?
That’s when you give up and accept that sometimes the best you can do is two Hot and Ready pizzas from Little Caesars. You also realize that it’s okay because pizza is delicious, even when it’s incredibly cheap and pre-made.
Plus, I’ve heard it’s a vegetable now. So it must be okay.
April 1, 2011
A dinner bell shaped like the meat you are about to start eating is a little too meta for me. My mother-in-law does not have this problem.
You have to admit that it blends into the view nicely. There is no place on earth where a dinner bell shaped like a cow’s head would fit in better.