The Secret

to saying on top of getting clothes washed is to toilet-train a two-year old. Simple.

Note: I just said washed, this does not include folding and putting laundry away. That part still remains a mystery to me.

Go Figure

Soooooo, even though this particular event happened at Christmastime I still think it is worth blogging about.

Admittedly I don't like to spend a lot of time and effort when it comes to making dinner. Although when I have to take a dish somewhere I do really try. Alas, my success is limited, but I can do a few complicated dishes with fairly positive feedback. I was pretty busy the day of our ward party, and didn't know I was supposed to bring a side dish until an hour before we needed to go. So I pulled out a box of Betty Crocker Au Gratin Potatoes, added the butter and water, and threw the thing in the oven. Then I proceeded to forget about the whole thing, and burned it a tiny bit. Time was of the essence so I took my burned, from a box potatoes to the party, and set the dish down as quickly as I could so no one could match the dish to me.

When we went through the serving line, I noticed that there was one dish of potatoes completely gone, yep my burned Betty's were now resting in tummies of ward members. How did this happen? I am never going to spend any time on food again. Everyone is getting box mixes. It's what the people want.