I walked into the house earlier today, after picking up the future pilot from pre-school, and smelled something that didn't smell too good. For the past hour I have been trying to figure out what in the heck my beloved husband cooked in the mere 20 minutes I was gone.
Then I discovered these.
Maybe I should add that "I" am responsible for the pungent smell. Chicken breasts simmering in a vinegar/rub concoction for pulled chicken sandwiches later this evening. Yea, yea, I know. I'm a bonehead. (Really glad I didn't grumble to "the Law" about the "smell")
My counters today. Not even one week after they were clear and pristine for overnight company. Nice huh? Oh but get this. I asked "the Law" if we could have Thanksgiving at our house this year and he said "Sure YOU can".
My goodness what a nice man he is. I wonder if it's because he'll be working all day. What do you think?
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