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A late afternoon cold pressed juice and the best of intentions. I’ll go get a couple of miles in before cooking a homemade meal, I thought to myself.
Then, a line of cars sucked the life out of almost every single last good idea.
And a pile of dishes killed the very last straggling good intent remaining.
It’s cool! Let’s be flexible! Change of plan and the newest winning meal… starting with something green:
Oh, who are we kidding?? Packaged protein and potatoes today.
Only one clean pan? I can WORK with that! I can even repurpose that knife…
No, dude. You can’t have a banana. Dinner will be done in 7-9 minutes. Really! That’s it, according to this package right here. Just play with both of those Finns. Sure, or draw. Sure, do both.
That’s a very nice jet. With wheels.
Shall we set the table? Perfect.
Of course I can help you wipe. I’m on it. Super mama.
Wait, what’s that? Is that seriously a bandage on the cabinet above the sink? I mean… they AREN’T STICKERS. And even if they were, we don’t put stickers on the furniture.
Oh, and that stripe of yellow paint tells me that apparently my painting work was as good as my dinner… oh no! The dinner!!!!!
Guess that was about 9.5 minutes. Not quite enough flipping. No, sweetie, that spot is just extra flavor.
I’ll use this kiddie fork. It’s clean.
And one-up that. Fancy crystal because TUESDAY. And everyone is still alive.