I was SO proud of myself earlier that I’d gotten my shit together and actually PLANNED ahead and put a roast in the crock pot. YUMMY…warm roast w/gravy and potatoes on the rainy night we’re supposed to have…what could be better? We could all sit by the fire and eat our scrumptious slow cooked roast while listening to Christmas music and gazing into each others eyes*. All of this would have been possible HAD I REMEMBERED TO PLUG IN THE CROCKPOT. So now, I hope my roast has enough time to cook, or I’m going to have to come up with something else to make for dinner. It’s hard enough for me to make ONE dinner a day, let alone two.
*None of this would EVER actually happen, save for the eating of the roast.
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Yeah, we have delivered pizza about a million times a week–isn’t it a different food group if it is Dominos vs. Pizza Hut? Here is hoping so…
So do we! In fact, now anytime the doorbell rings (on TV or in our actual home) my 22 month old yells “izza!!!”
Oh man, this is something that I would totally do!