So the other day I made some bbq chicken with mashed potatoes. Sebastian surprised me by saying, "Don't worry about the dishes. I got em." I'm a clean-as-you-go cook, so usually what's left is whatever is holding the food.
Look what I found in the fridge the next morning.
That's about a tablespoon of mashed potatoes in a bowl of barbeque sauce. No chicken. Just sauce.
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I feel your, ahem, pain? amusement?? perplexity???
I come home from being up north for a few weeks to OPEN buckets of KFC and Mike doesn't understand the "absolute saturation of odors in every single thing in the fridge including the fridge surfaces" concept. Let's just say the Colonel sticks around for QUITE awhile!
He's such a big boy now! Apparently he learned how to clean from his daddy! Did he leave the pennies on the bathroom floor for a week too?
Whoa. Really....
No, Bonnie.
That WAS the daddy.
Hey, the counters were uncluttered right? And the mess was "behind closed doors" right where it should be.
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