Hon and Such

As the chicken breasts bubbled away in their savory sauce of mushroom gravy and sour cream, wrapped in salty dried beef and bacon strips, and the mashed potatoes sat waiting on the stovetop, swirled with sharp cheddar cheese, sour cream, and butter, and the homemade chocolate chip cookies found their way from the spoon to the baking sheet, I grinned a grin of self-satisfaction and turned to Hon, making iced tea at the sink. “Hon”, I says. “Hon, you done one thing right.”

“What’s that?” Hon says, turning to me.

“You married yerself a Mennonite girl,” I replied cheekily, puffed up with savory smells and anticipated tastes, and quite rightly so.

“That’s right,” Hon answered. “You can microwave store-bought frozen peas with the best of ‘em.”

This drew Hon quite a glare from the addled wifey, who responded icily “You feel free to drive yourself to McDonald’s for supper, then.”

Hon quickly recanted, and all was well in the 347 degree kitchen with the herds of flies careening from hither to yon, the Gabe-Son licking cookie batter off the spatula, and the Chloe-Dog being ratty and snoochy as usual. I love my life. :) Actually, I really do.

Belch. Rub of tummy. ‘Twas a mighty good meal. Sometimes I can be quite a good cook, and sometimes I am real good at opening a frozen pizza and sometimes I am real good at driving to McDonalds. :)

So I haven’t blogged much recently. I’ve been quite uncreatively minded. My baby boys have been quite sweet, however. Israel started clapping. He claps with his hands closed and a big delighted grin on his face. That kid is too cute for words. He gets 4 billion squeezes a day. Gabe is up to all sorts of lisping cutie-pie-ness himself. This was him today with his cowboy hat on. He was "helping" Mommy make cookies today. Man, he is a GOOD helper! :) And man, does my hair need highlights!!! Blecch.

Tim is finally officially done with all things school. HIP HIP HOORAY!!! HIP HIP HOORAY!!! HIP HIP HOORAY!!!! :) Now, off to find a job. Hmmm. And sell a house. Hmmm.