Not a good day in the kitchen when you have to sweep and vacuum half the dry ingredients that were supposed to be blueberry muffins off the floor and rugs. Then you have to wash the comfy rug in front of the counter because it was in a flour storm. And then wash the floor in the bombing zone because you can't put a clean rug on a dirty floor. And then the loaf of bread just doesn't want to rise. Forget working with the pasty dough resting in the fridge that was for tonight's quiche. *sigh*
I told Himself he might have to go out to pick up something for supper. He left three hours ago.
A can of soup for me. I'm surprised I didn't crack open a bottle of wine.
I have no idea what's he's up to...