Yesterday evening, I was fixing supper for Miles & Britton. My sweet, precious, wonderful in-laws (who have this blog set to their home-page...and are letting me live in their house...that's why I'm sucking up...) went out to dinner for their anniversary. My mom-in-law showed me where some veggies were in the cabinet, so I grabbed a can of Mexicorn to go with our loaded baked potatoes. Sounded good to this preggo.
I turned the stove on and began to warm the corn.
I got a phone call.
Miles busted up his train track and needed help.
And then House came on. I got distracted. I sat down. Sue me.
Pretty soon, I heard some noises.
Popping noises.
Mexicorn is not supposed to become Mexi-popcorn. But that's what it smelled like. And that's what it sounded like. And until now, no one has known about this catastrophe but me. But I got nothin' else to blog about today.
So Linda, if you're reading this, please don't revoke my kitchen privileges... I really am a competent woman. Even though I'm pretty sure I left the grapes on the counter today and you had to clean up after me... for the hundredth time.
Now what was I about to do?
1 comment:
Ah Pregnant Brain. Gotta love it. I made it all the way to Target last night to buy some diapers {before my coupons expired} and realized as I was pulling Noah out of the carseat that I had forgotten my wallet.
I think it's worse with the second one though... because then you have Pregnant Brain AND Mommy Brain. Sheesh.
AND YAY!!! I must have missed the post about the house - I'm so excited for you guys!!
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