Have I mentioned that I'm a food Nazi? And that I'm super jumpy and my friends and family like to take advantage of that for their amusement? These are both crucial elements to my story.
So, last night I decided to make biscuits for breakfast this morning. Sweet potato ones so I can call them healthy. I whip them up, slap them in the oven and The Boy and I sit down for a divorce-inspiring game of Scrabble, in the kitchen, so I can watch said biscuits.
They beep, I pull them out and he grabs one before I've even checked to see if they're ok. They are, and I'm packaging them up for the next day. I make an offhand comment that I hope I didn't make them too moist, since they have to keep.
The Boy takes this opportunity to stand right behind me and scream:
"OH MY GOD THESE BISCUITS WILL NEVER MAKE IT ON OUR JOURNEY TO THE NEW WORLD!"
There is NOTHING I hate more than being startled in front of an oven. UGH. I mean, I was too mad to even LAUGH.
So, last night I decided to make biscuits for breakfast this morning. Sweet potato ones so I can call them healthy. I whip them up, slap them in the oven and The Boy and I sit down for a divorce-inspiring game of Scrabble, in the kitchen, so I can watch said biscuits.
They beep, I pull them out and he grabs one before I've even checked to see if they're ok. They are, and I'm packaging them up for the next day. I make an offhand comment that I hope I didn't make them too moist, since they have to keep.
The Boy takes this opportunity to stand right behind me and scream:
"OH MY GOD THESE BISCUITS WILL NEVER MAKE IT ON OUR JOURNEY TO THE NEW WORLD!"
There is NOTHING I hate more than being startled in front of an oven. UGH. I mean, I was too mad to even LAUGH.
3 comments:
sweet potato biscuits? never heard of that before....but it's good to be healthy.
my boyfriend thinks it's hilarious to jump out from places and scare the living shit outta me. it's actually become a game for him and everytime he does it i scream like a little girl and burst into tears...not really my idea of fun.
stupid boys.
take care
The Boys antics amuse me.
The sad part is? He amuses HIMSELF. Even when he thinks I'm not around he is constantly talking out loud and laughing AT HIMSELF. I think this may be part of a larger problem...
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