Great. After I blogged (is blogged a word?) I learned a few lessons. Bonnie was getting ready and I decided to help make breakfast. I opened our baby frig and saw some eggs. I love potatos and eggs and I saw some potatoes. So I turned on the stove and started to fry some mashed potatoes. (Mashed potatoes do NOT fry too well.) I didn't know they don't fry! Well, I decided to add a few slices off hot dogs, cut up. Then I cracked two eggs into the mess. Well to say the least, it looked like awful mush, a concockshun (sp?) that smelled awful and looked worse. Needless to say, we threw it out. So much for trying to help. She then suggested cereal.
Then, I went to the baby frig to get the milk. Our milk comes in little card board boxes and you have to cut off the little top to pour it. Well Bonnie had already cut off the little top to pour, and I decided to help again. I pushed and tried to open the little opening, and it squirted all over everything, including my tie, shirt, and the floor, shelf, and I then and there decided I was not going to help any more. All I do is get into trouble. I even decided to make some toast, and burned it. I may be able to teach a class in Spanish, but I am a total failure when it comes to making breakfast. I will leave that to my beautiful companion.
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