A couple evenings ago we had taco night at our house. Bart and I tag-team this meal, so we both were in the kitchen milling about.
"Lori, I can't find the Taco Seasoning. I know I picked some up Saturday. You put groceries away the other day. Where did you put it?" He asked.
"Lori, I can't find the Taco Seasoning. I know I picked some up Saturday. You put groceries away the other day. Where did you put it?" He asked.
"I don't remember a Taco Seasoning." I answered while starting the tea.
Bart and I commenced into going through the ENTIRE pantry. No Taco Seasoning was to be found, but we did come across some canned corn from 2009. (yikes!) It was decided that he would start the hamburger, and I would run to the store and pick up another seasoning. Kiddos would continue to be kiddos at home.
I jumped in my car and turned the radio up. Admit it, after toting around kids all day it's kind of fun to drive by yourself for a bit. If you read my blog, you know that me, alone in a car, is a recipe for rock.
As I was turning into Wal-Mart one of my songs ended. I heard my cell phone ringing in my purse. I quickly turned off my tunes and answered the phone. "Hello?" I said all normal-like.
"I have been trying to call you for 10 minutes. You were rocking out again, weren't you?" he asked.
"Maybe???" I sheepishly responded. Man, this guy knows me.
"I found the taco seasoning. It was in the fridge, underneath the shredded cheese you put away." he said.
Whoops.
Bart and I commenced into going through the ENTIRE pantry. No Taco Seasoning was to be found, but we did come across some canned corn from 2009. (yikes!) It was decided that he would start the hamburger, and I would run to the store and pick up another seasoning. Kiddos would continue to be kiddos at home.
I jumped in my car and turned the radio up. Admit it, after toting around kids all day it's kind of fun to drive by yourself for a bit. If you read my blog, you know that me, alone in a car, is a recipe for rock.
As I was turning into Wal-Mart one of my songs ended. I heard my cell phone ringing in my purse. I quickly turned off my tunes and answered the phone. "Hello?" I said all normal-like.
"I have been trying to call you for 10 minutes. You were rocking out again, weren't you?" he asked.
"Maybe???" I sheepishly responded. Man, this guy knows me.
"I found the taco seasoning. It was in the fridge, underneath the shredded cheese you put away." he said.
Whoops.
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