The sad state of affairs in our house right now...

Adam is currently working nights and has himself on a pretty strict diet. In light of this I've barely cooked full dinners in the past couple of weeks. Nic is insanely picky and it seems like a ton of work to make stuff just for me and Bella. So tonight I decide to make spaghetti, garlic bread, and meatballs - a favorite around here. I put the water to boil, then start preheating the oven for the bread.

Pretty soon I notice the kitchen smells like something is burning. The oven hasn't been cleaned recently so I figure whatever it is will burn off, but it gets worse. I finally wander over to the oven to see what is causing the smell.

What did I find?

A pizza box with 2 pieces of pizza in it.

From Nic's birthday party.

On May 17th.

Ooops.



It does make one wonder why the pizza wasn't smelly or moldy....

She's trying to turn me gray, isn't she?

While in the drive-thru for a McFlurry last night, both of my kids declared that they wanted to work at McDonald's when they grow up. That isn't bad, what worried me is when I told Bella she couldn't work until she was 15 she replied with "But how will I support all my kids?"

Uh honey, you aren't having any kids until your 30s, ok?