Me: (singsonging in the kitchen) “It’s the weeeeeekend! You know what that means!”
(Boys whispering in their room.)
Liam: “Shit, that means the crockpot is coming out.”
Xavier: “And that she’s not wearing pants.”
Me: “I HEARD THAT!”
Liam: (whispering) “Dog ears.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
“A lady with no pants on gets out her crock pot . . . ” There is a joke in there somewhere. I just have to find it.
Crotchpot?
I just learned a new cool word!
I like where you’re going with this. Keep brainstorming.
QVC, here I come.
“A lady [sic] wearing no pants walks into a bar with a crockpot.”
I feel like it needs a priest.
OK, the priest can be the bartender (it’s his night job).
And the Rabbi…he’s just there for kicks.
So, now we have a lady’ with no pants, a bartending priest, and a Rabbi who plays football???
TOUCHDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I always try to wear pants around hot things. Am I being paranoid?
Paranoid or wise?
Hard to tell. Except that being male it could get dangerous and all kinds of embarrassing if I were to accidentally get excited…
I feel badly for you guys…you can’t hide shit. lol
So I’ll be boring and ask – what did you make?
Hawaiian chicken. I wasn’t impressed with the sauce. I need to tinker with it.
Good god, what kind of Nightmarish Goulash do you make?!
For the record, my cooking is AMAZING. (but I overcook, and then we have to eat whatever I make for daaaaaays)
Oh so that’s what they’re complaining about… the days of leftovers. Bless… Time to tell them stories about what it’s like to be in love, married and buying a house.
I’ve had friends that ate PB&J for a year straight to make the down payment on their first house.
Okay, that just made me heave. THAT…is dedication.
Of course, the fun of listening to that story was the fact that she was a deep-southerner and added an R to the word W-A-S-H.
The crock pot is nothing to fear! We just did a really, really nice pot roast. Of course, the cooking juices included two bottles of porter (Great Lakes Brewery “Edmund Fitzgerald”) and a host of onions that got nicely caramelized while cooking. And there was bacon involved.
Yes, there are leftovers. That’s what lunches at work are for.
I do a roast for French Dip sandwiches that they like, and will eat for days. Other things…not as much.
That French Dip sounds like a winner. Good thing it’s dinner time here, you’re making me hungrier!