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It is 8 AM Friday morning. Breakfast is at 9:30. I have the muffins in the oven and am just starting to separate eggs for the egg bake and here comes DH with the morning paper in hand. He stops dead center in the doorway between kitchen and dining room to read about the wreck yesterday on the road coming from the Interstate just as I am taking something to the table. Have you ever tried to maneouver around a grown man with 2 crutches spread wide to hold him up? Unless knocking him over - you cannot. A hint to come on into the kitchen is met with a huh? What? Well why didn;t you say to move? This gets better...
Now he proceeds to the stove to make HIS breakfast and i try to consolidate even more and the egg carton flips forward and in addition to the eggs that manage to crack on the counter 6 hit the deck! Can you imagine th look on my face??? Directly in front of the stove. So here I am cleaning up eggs with paper towels and then not only scrubbing up the eggs but I have to dry it so the crutch tips do not slide all the while with commentary on how i should be cleaning it up.... I did not get out the cement.
And breakfast was totally on time! This is 2 weeks after the drain fiasco!
Now he proceeds to the stove to make HIS breakfast and i try to consolidate even more and the egg carton flips forward and in addition to the eggs that manage to crack on the counter 6 hit the deck! Can you imagine th look on my face??? Directly in front of the stove. So here I am cleaning up eggs with paper towels and then not only scrubbing up the eggs but I have to dry it so the crutch tips do not slide all the while with commentary on how i should be cleaning it up.... I did not get out the cement.
And breakfast was totally on time! This is 2 weeks after the drain fiasco!