I'm a curse on this house.
So, I've been cooking every night since I got here about a year ago. I think I've only ever missed like, the four or five days I was at FC, and a couple more when I was hanging out at night with some friends. Since I still have that cold, Sarah's folks offered to make dinner tonight instead of me. Which was nice of them.
They are now fighting over how much meat to put into the meatloaf, they spilled my breadcrumbs (yes, mine, I bought bread and made my own) and when putting spices into it, somehow managed to knock the lid off and dump the whole container into the mixing bowl.
I think tonight has re-established that they aren't going to be asking me to leave, even with a raccoon burred in the back yard.
They are now fighting over how much meat to put into the meatloaf, they spilled my breadcrumbs (yes, mine, I bought bread and made my own) and when putting spices into it, somehow managed to knock the lid off and dump the whole container into the mixing bowl.
I think tonight has re-established that they aren't going to be asking me to leave, even with a raccoon burred in the back yard.