Um...am I the only one who seriously cannot drive? I mean, really. Today I had to call my husband to help me back out of the garage. That's right. He was in the house and I had gotten myself wedged between the garage door and his truck. The vehicles were thisclose...as in almost touching. It's not the first time this has happened to me. I always wonder if my neighbor Becca is across the street laughing as he comes to fix my jam. He always comes though, lest another car mirror fall prey to the garage door.
And cooking. That's another thing that's just not going to happen. We have embarked on a family journey to eat healthy. And with that came new recipes. They just aren't working. God bless my dear husband who gags it down and says, "Well, it wasn't good but it was edible." I can bake all day. But cooking? It's just not working. My question is: I follow the recipe EXACTLY so WHY isn't it working? Is it me?
And just a random question, but why do the little snack size candy bars always taste so much better than the full size ones? Is it because you know you only have one bite so you better savor it? I like the snack size, because you can't take it for granted. It demands respect.
Just some pondering I was doing...and now I must go, for preschool C is out chatting it up with the postal worker and she is desperately trying to get out of the conversation so she can pull away.
I didn't see that, but probably would have laughed! If you need help and the hubby isn't home, just give me a call.
ReplyDeleteYou are not the only one who can't drive. One of the ways that the Lord showed me that I needed Brett was because I couldn't drive...We went to the same home group and every night I could not get my mini van out of their driveway because it was dark and there were tons of cars. What did I do....swallowed my pride and asked for help and of course my knight in shining armor rescued me. I knew then that I had to marry him, how else would I get anywhere!!
ReplyDeleteLOL. I have no periphial. At all. In fact, I'm trying not to cry b/c I just got Tessa to sleep and as I was walking her to her swing I walked too close to the doorjamb and bumped her head. She cried and cried. Horrible!!!!
ReplyDeleteBecca-I probably will have to call you at some point...although the truck is usually my problem so Chad is usually home
Jess-That sounds like Brett :)