Turns out you don’t need as much room to throw a little dinner together as I thought. When you saw that pan full of asparagus, onions and garlic did you think the tornado had cleared? Did you even remember a jewelry tornado had attacked my kitchen?
No? Don’t feel bad (DID you feel bad?). I never remember to add the links in my emails (did it twice today). I even accidentally send texts to my daughter forgetting the actual ‘text’ part. I do this one ALL THE TIME. This doesn’t drive her crazy at all. I also call my wireless cell earpiece, my “Blueray” instead of my “Bluetooth” because I can never remember which one is correct. Still not sure to be honest. Therefore, I absolutely do not expect you to remember anything about my kitchen or lack thereof.
While we’re on the subject, I am terrible, and I mean terrible, at remembering people’s names. Strangely, however, I have never forgotten a face. If you sat in the back row of my Anthropology class in college (a million years ago), I will remember that I’ve seen you before. You may have only glanced up at me one time but if we locked eyes for even a moment, your face is forever imprinted on my brain. It’s a weird thing with me, freaks my husband out. He’s been trying to figure out how we can parlay this little gift into a fortune. I’ll let you know if that ever pans out.
Back to the kitchen (forgot what I started telling you – see what I’m sayin’ here?). Everything is still in there, but the vintage jewelry with all the little sticky notes has just migrated up to higher counter space so I could cook some dinner.
What did you have for dinner last night?