I have been incredibly busy lately at work. Not a moment to spare. So I am copping out today and giving you a quick funny that happened at the Kally Casa the other night.
I learned an interesting piece of information about my supervisor aka Boss Man earlier in the day and decided to share it with Mr C.
Me: I just found out that Boss Man can cook. Really well. Do you know what his specialty is? -I pause for dramatic effect.- Macaroni and Cheese. You know, the good kind with milk and real cheese and is baked in the oven. Not the crap kind that comes in a box.
C: .....So you are saying my macaroni and cheese is crap, huh?
Me: Umm, no of course NOT Dear. Why would I do that? Your mac & cheese isn't crap. -I am back-peddling desperately here because he is kind enough to help out by making dinner some nights. The big problem here is that when he is in charge of dinner I know to expect to eat one of two things: pizza or ...yep, you've got it mac & cheese.
C: Well, my mac & cheese does come in a box. So you are saying it is crap.
-What can I do here?-
I smile as sweetly as possible and say...I love you, dear.