Including those of you over on Darkwood and possibly as far as Dormouse:
Yes, that was me this afternoon, screaming at the top of my lungs, “NO! NO! NO! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU MAKE LASAGNA!!” And, uh, that wasn’t a minor earthquake you felt. It was just me stomping up and down on my tiled floor in my chocolate brown, furry Ugg slippers.
I didn’t realize the dining room doors were open or else I’d have closed them before protesting the pasta preparations unfolding before me. Having my husband instruct me on the proper way to dice an onion was, I thought, the last straw. Then I caught him mixing the marinara with the meat – a la spaghetti -- and lost it. Obviously he isn't into layering, but invoking my mom’s limited cooking skills was too much. Toooo much, I tell you.
I know the nosier of you neighbors have noticed I’m driving into work earlier and coming home later. It’s not leaving much time to do a lot of the things I enjoy. No, I mean the things I need. You’ve probably also noticed I am not heading to the gym these days, and when I run during the week, I’m back a lot sooner, sometimes limping. Add the usual family drama, financial stresses and the fact the kid across the street keeps parking his Ron Paul for President car in front of my house, and I think you can understand that I am still out of synch with my former self.
Besides, we all know today’s temper tantrum wasn’t really about lasagna. But I still say my way is best when it comes to meat, marinara and mozzarella.
15 comments:
Well, Yes, You are right!!!
you had me at "ugg slippers".
I just put in a Valentine's email request to DH for a pair of the Ugg Roo's ;) :)
**HUGS**
Ummm...Anne...I hope your husband at least brought you a glass of wine with your lasagna. I hope the days at work get shorter so you can get to those things you need to do.
Eek gads, well like they say you can't pick your neighbors or you in-laws, so too bad for them. It was a great dinner, I LOVED IT. I must admit, it tasted better than mine. Give the hubby a hug from me and thanks for all you do.
Well crap, you mean I've been doing it wrong all these years? :) Hope things get better for you.
I hope posting that made you feel better. It at least brought me a chuckle :-)
think about your post yesterday. that woman falling on her face towards the finish of the marathon is you today. Don't worry, wipe the dirt off and keep on going. things always get better.
go obama
I hope the longer work days get shorter!
Don't forget the ricotta!
Thanks for the visit; appreciating the support!
HAHAHAHAHHA that is awesome. you just made my day because i can totally picture that happening. poor dad.
A meltdown of that caliber = catharsis.
And I bet next time he'll make the pasta right.
I think that is why I get out of my wife's way when she cooks, but sadly she tells me how to dice stuff in the kitchen as well..
Hang in there, you could always throw some past against the wall to relieve a little stress :)
Work is a word I hate!!!! I see you like to eat italian, if you come here you can taste a lot of that food.
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