Today my husband woke me up asking me what I wanted for supper. How the heck do I know at 7:00 in the morning?
He has decided that we are going to have a fish fry. He has invited guests and everything. I was just on the second section of my Sunday newspaper when he asked me to wash the fish pot.
Then as I finally got started on my crossword puzzle, he asked me to sort the beans. After this I went outside and picked up pecans.
I came in and he asked me to bread the fish......
Then I made some bread in my bread machine. It is so pretty I am not going to let anyone eat it until they admire it first.
Now he wants me to go and peel and cut up potatos for fries...
WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO HAVE A FISH FRY AND HOW COME I AM THE ONLY ONE DOING THE WORK?
Okay...I feel better, sorry I screamed.
I gotta go make Coconut Cream pie for dessert, so as a wrapup to all this:
For supper we are having Fried Fish, French Frys, Pinto Beans and Coconut Cream pie for dessert.
Hungry yet? Come on over, might as well I think my husband alreay invited half the neighborhood over. One or two more couldn't hurt.
The bad thing is ....is that after everyone eats they dissapear and guess who gets stuck with the dishes. The husband you ask?