It’s not the usual Saturday around here.  I’ve cooked two meals.  That is shocking.  How did it happen?  Well, Ben wasn’t around. 

Paige spent the night with a friend and Ben had gone to pick her up.  Karlee had a friend to sleep over last night and they were hungry.  It didn’t seem right to just wait for Ben to get back, so i took their order (pancakes), hunted up the bisquick and made them.  Batch one was a little thick, so I threw it out and tried it again.  Batch two was pretty good.

The girls have spent the morning and afternoon at the piano.  They are working on a song.  Ben and I have been out at the pool.  I came in to find a book and that the girls were hungry, again.  I sure hated to go get Ben out of the pool, so I took their order (hamburgers) and made some.

I hope you are not too shocked, but the truth is I’m just not a cook.  Everyone around here has accepted it and I’ve learned to love myself in spite of the fact that I can’t wonder into the kitchen and just whip anything up.

Today has been a proud moment for me; therefore, I blog.