Saturday, July 19, 2008

I Hate When That Happens...

It's happened more times than I'd like to admit, but it seems to be inevitable with this mix:
*dinner time and little people are trying to invade the kitchen
*big boys "watching the baby" with a remote in hand or from behind a closed door
*"Little Bit" craving undivided attention and doing anything indoors or out to get it
*three things cooking at once and threatening to burn soon
*usual drive-home phone calls
*a sharp knife guided by a cluttered head
Ouch! Onion juice stings, too. This is just one of the many reasons the Vietnamese women cringe at the sight of my nails when I get them manicured once every blue moon.

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