Morning all. I'll post my picture after I have had some caffiene but I have to tell you guys about my night.
I've mentioned repeatedly that I'm not a domestic goddess. I'm not even a domestic peon. I got home last night and of course, my husband is off at his Tuesday golf game. My dogs were eagerly waiting for dinner. They can't have dog food; must have a bland diet. Usually its roast chicken and rice that my husband makes every few days for them and he freezes individual servings. There's none left but there is a defrosted chicken in the fridge. I pull out the roaster and pop it into the oven. I remember my husband saying that it takes 2 hours but I can't figure out how to set the time for more than 99 minutes so I set it at 90. In the meantime, I get out a pan and scamble some eggs for them cuz they can't wait 2 hours for dinner.
We have a solid surface cooktop and after I cooked the eggs and cleaned up that mess, I was feeling pretty accomplished. I get my dinner ready, which is cheerios because I cannot cook. After I eat my cheerios, I go back into the kitchen and see that I put the cheerio box on the solid surface cooktop which was still hot and I burned the bottom of the box and it's now stuck on the cooktop. It took quite some doing to get it unstuck but now there's this huge spot of melted cardboard-ish stuff stuck on the cooktop. I have no idea what to do with it so I've left it for my husband to deal with once he notices it (that's right, I'm not telling him-maybe he'll think he did it).
Pretty soon the timer goes off for the chicken and I go to check it and the oven is cold. Yes ladies, the Pakester forgot to turn on the oven. At that point, I see the huge readout that says "TURN ON OVEN?" I've never used the oven so didn't realize that.
I think this probably means I have to give back my Wonder Woman underwear.