Yeah, Chrissy, sounds like a plan.

Reminds me of being a young teen when Mom decided she was going to force us to eat something whether we liked it or not – she was fed up with the pickiness. Unfortunately, for me, she fixed beef broth or boullion(??). Whatever it was, it was NOT good. In the years since, me and my sisters have always referred to it as “weiner water”, you know, the water you boil hot dogs in.

So as Mom’s doing dishes and I’m still stuck at the table, she tells me I better be finished by the time she’s done. So as she’s finishing up, washing stove and counters, I take my bowl to the sink and pour a little bit in to make sure it’s not going to turn the dish water brown, which it didn’t so I dunked the whole bowl in the water. To my horror, it then DID turn the water a little brown. So I swished it around and Mom never noticed. Shwewwww, got out of that one.

I see direction number 2 coming around and Mom goes “Ooops… I was draining the spinach and it all fell in the sink. Guess I can’t make it now. Shucks!”