Saturday, February 5, 2011
Okay People, This One Is Hot Off The Presses (Or Should I Say Griddle)
I am a dork.
Which is okay. But sometimes I think my husband deserves an award for living with me.
Today we had an inspiring ladies event at our church. I had the privilege of speaking on personal devotions and worship (what a great topic!) and leading a worship session at the end. There were three other wonderful speakers and a fabulous salad luncheon and of course, coffee punch. I got to catch up with some friends and it was a great day.
But when I got home I was super tired, and still fighting this crazy headache I've had for a week. Oh, and it was raining. So I suggested I just make grilled cheese for dinner, you know, something simple. Low key. Easy.
My kids, who were ravenous, were happily eating their sandwiches and applesauce when I called my husband to the table to tell him his was ready. A few minutes later I was still standing at the counter when I heard my husband say, "Now this is how I like to eat a grilled cheese sandwich." I looked and he was holding up two pieces.of.dry.grilled.bread.
As in I forgot to put the cheese on his grilled cheese.
And my daughter and I had just eaten the last two pieces of "extra" cheese.
I am not making this up.
I am also not making up the fact that this made my daughter and I completely hysterical in laughter. Like, completely hysterical, no sympathy for the poor man kind of thing.
Being that cheese is a key ingredient in a grilled cheese sandwich, I'm not sure what happened. Maybe I should blame it on the headache.
Or maybe I should just blame it on the rain. That's what Milli Vanilli did when I was 10.