Masters of *DuOh!*

Booga is interested in learning to cook. However, unless you put both your hands behind your back and stand back out of the way and just watch him, he doesn't want you in the kitchen at all. He wants to do it by himself.

I have convinced him finally to let me cook with him instead of cooking alone.
We made spaghetti last night. He wanted to do everything by himself and I had to grab his shirt when he was leaning over the stove to set up the temperature and the timer or else he would have set himself on fire leaning over the open flame.

Oh, yeah, letting him cook by himself is a good idea.

Not.

He's learned to brown meat and he watches me intently while I cook.
Last night, I noticed that he threw the fat from the browned meat down the toilet. The only way I could tell that is because you could see the congealed fat on the side of the toilet. He must have seen me do it.
My mother used throw stuff like old soup down the toilet. And I swore I would never do that because it's gross, and here I am doing it.

 

Anyway, He was really mad at me and it was entirely my fault because I should have known better…He doesn't like meat in his spaghetti….I had mixed the meat, sauce and spaghetti together.

 

SHAME! Hang your head in shame!

 

He doesn't like meat mixed into the Spaghetti sauce….I don't know why?

I can't figure that out other than he saw it in a movie or that he had it at school sometime, because he doesn't like meatball's either and I can count on my one hand how many times I have made meatballs for this family.

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I have a small cold that is trying to be a Pit bull when it's simply a Papillion.

 

My one cat was going crazy this morning, and I was wondering what was going on.

He was just meowing and meowing around the same time that I was messing with my Echinacea tea and I thought, "Well, he probably thinks its cat nip- it's in the same cupboard as the Echinacea."

 

So I'm baking banana bread and am talking to Missy on the phone and trying to find my Echinacea tea- and I couldn't find it. I thought I was losing my mind because I distinctly remembered getting out of the cupboard this morning and making myself tea with lemon for my cold.
I had a full cup of it last night and slept like a baby.
So I am searching and searching and lo and behold I found it in the cupboard with my boxes of tea where I probably had put it the night before. It's in a zipper bag and in my sleepy stupor I probably grabbed the cat nip (also in a zipper bag) and made myself catnip tea with lemon this morning instead of Echinacea. It's probably why my cat went nuts and why I couldn't taste the cone flower in my tea.
I'm such an idiot.

 

DuOH!

 

 

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