then I don't know why you don't just put it back on!!no ofcourse you don't! I know you are just tormenting me by leaving it off, or maybe you truly are unable to put the lid back on like you are unable to put the promite back in the cupboard!! I mean to say I can't put crumbs and bits of vegimite in the butter but it is ok to leave it in an open container on the bench for a week, hey atleast you can see that big scrapping of butter and vegimite, who knows what you can see, so I am thinking a lid would be nice. But that is husbands for you I suppose.
I did a fair bit of cooking over the weekend, mainly of food only I like which is a little annoying, I mean it is chicken and vegetable soup, everyone likes chicken and vegetable soup. I must admit the pumpkin soup was popular as were the
zuchinni cakes I cooked, Riley even ate them, he pronounced them yummy, I mean the had cheese in them and were fried ofcourse they were yummy, I used fresh garlic in mine, they were very good. We also made homemade pizza Saturday night, Riley loves them and they are fun to make and then we have a second dinner because I cover mine with smoked oysters and they make Michael gag so we make seperate ones. Sunday after soccer we had a huge food breakthrough with Alec, Michael made french toast, Alec ate 2 slices!! that means he ate 2 eggs!! We were pretty thrilled it is something he has never seen before, Riley on the other hand pronounced it sticky and had a bit of toast..
wiff budderSo apart from cooking and washing (on wet rainy days) we had a pretty quiet weekend. And when Michael couldn't round up a
kitchen boy/
house elf/
anyone but me to clean up he cleaned up after me in the kitchen.
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he would use every saucepan and utensil in the kitchen when he cooked. yet like you i would get into trouble for scrapping the butter back in the container. he would leave the milk out for a week if i didnt put it in the fridge. i think he thought the milk fairy did it. men are such funny creatures.
One day i can home and my then husband screamed at me to pick up a peice of paper that was on the floor, it was a small bit of paper. the rest of the house was spotless. He had waited all day for me to come home so he could tell me to pick up this piece of paper. i came home at 6pm. he found the paper at 9am. Rather than stressing all day and building up all that silly tension, wouldnt it be easier to pick up the peice of paper himself?
sometimes i think it would be easier just to put the lid on ourselves rather than getting in a pickle. All that wasted energy, when you could have done something else with it