Beef: It's what's for dinner

I have beef with my washing machine. And with laundry in general. Now, I know there are not little gnomes with sharp scissors in the agitator snipping holes in all of my favorite clothes--no, no. That's not possible. Washing machine gnomes do not exist, to my knowledge. Nonetheless, like ten of my favorite shirts have frickin' holes in 'em! What's up with that?!? Not gaping holes that make the item unwearable, but little, tiny, itty bitty holes that don't really matter to anyone else, but make me want to tear my clothes and wear sackcloth and ashes in mourning. Yep, it's that bad. I know what you're going to say: you're overfilling the washing machine, MaryGene. That's the problem. Yeah, well who has time to do 57 small loads of laundry?!

Speaking of beef. I'm trying my hand at pot roast today, and boyyyyy does it smell nice. Quite aromatic. I cleaned my whole, entire apartment yesterday and then destroyed all my hard work in the kitchen by attempting a pot roast. But, who cares. If you didn't make a big mess, then it probably won't be good, right? Anyway, it smells so good, I wish you could smell it. All that rosemary and thyme, (no, this is not a Simon & Garfunkel song), carrots and onions and that big ol' chuck roast. The best part is, that slab o' meat was $15 and I got it for $7.22! Totally legal, I assure you. I love a good sale. Heck yes.

In about .2 seconds I have to go peel potatoes to accompany the tender, luscious pot roast that is being cooked to perfection in my chocolate brown dutch oven. YUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!!

1 comment:

  1. I trust it was deeeelicious? I love you MG! mama