So as I was sitting on my butt in front of the computer, I sent Zachary downstairs to get the hens (cornish game hens) out of the freezer. Which then turned into a parade of meat. Our deep freeezer is in the garage.
*Zachary (holding up a package of PORK CHOPS) said: "Is this it?"
*Me (sitting on my butt) said: "nope!"
He goes downstairs, and comes back up.
*Zachary (now holding up a package of BEEF SHOULDER ROAST) said: "Is this it?"
*Me (still sitting on my butt) said: "nope, try again."
He goes downstairs, and comes back up.
*Zachary (holding up a pacakge of BEEF STIR FRY) said: "Is this it?"
*Me (still sitting on my butt) said: "nope!"
He goes back dowstairs and comes back up.
*Zachary (holding a TURKEY BREAST) said: "Is THIS it?"
* Me (yep, still sitting on my butt) said "nope!"
He goes downstairs and comes back up.
*Zachary (holding up CORNISH GAME HENS) sais "Is THIS it?"
*Me (half sitting, half standing) said : "Yes, that's it!"
Today's lesson is: Stop Being So Lazy and Just Get It Yourself!
3 comments:
LOL.
Ok...are you sure that:
1) He put all the meat back in the freezer; and
2) That the freezer is closed.
My psychic powers have me worried. ;)
LOL sounds like my house. And no they don't put the meat back, they just stick it in the kitchen freezer.
Isn't that what we have kids for?
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