Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Jump Back Emeril.

Apparently I make a MEAN prime rib roast. Even Princess Picky thinks she's starving.

#1 Son and I heard this strange noise coming from the kitchen. Lots of groans, moans and writhing around on the floor. This is what we found. It's not surprising as her favorite foods are only the really expensive ones. Who knew the smell of an incredible roast could drag her away from the television? The smell has the same effect on the dog, but she's not near as picky as the Little One.

It's nice to be appreciated once in awhile.


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Name: Cattiva
Location: Virginia, United States

About Me: I'm the mom of three: #1 Son (20), The Princess of Wails (17) and their baby brother - The Baby (6). I was a grad-student working on an MA in history until we were surprised - I mean blessed - with The Baby. I'll get back to it...someday (the thesis, not the kid - I have no choice concerning the kid). I am one of only a few people I went to school with who is actually using their history degree in my career (and to think my Father called it Basket-weaving!). I live a very hectic life amongst massive clutter. I call it a good day if we have managed to get home at night without losing one of the kids (no matter how hard I try!). Friends say I have a humorous take on life's happenings. The sad part is that what I write about is true. I laugh to keep from crying.

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