I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Ad Nauseum
Remember back in the 80's (or was it the 70's?) the commercial where the guy said, "Time to make the donuts"? He always looked so bummed and burned out.
That's how I feel right now. About fixing meals in general.
These children eat like 12 times a day!! I'll be glad when the lunch ladies and their teachers get to feed them for two meals and a snack a day. Then I'm only responsible for throwing a jar of Peter Pan and a sleeve of Ritz crackers at them when they get off the bus and then serving up something yummy and nutritious at dinnertime.
Of course, when school starts I'll still be fixing food for three here at home. So really, I'm not getting out of anything, am I?
Sigh
Time to make the donuts.
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2 comments:
I want the one with the crunchies!
*sigh* Alright, Derek. Let me just slip on my hair net and get right on that. One order of cruncie-laden donuts, comin' up. You want fries with that?
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