The plan for today was to make food to freeze for later......Well that didn't happen by far, here is the hoedown of my day.
Morning:
Neighbors version-hey, I seen u out on your deck just a watering your plants, then I notice you reach over the rail and all I seen where your feet and wondering if I needed to call 911. I then hear k holler...Mommy u alive down there, do I need to call.
My version-was watering my plants, remembered I need to attach the letters to mailbox for mailman, reached over the rail and Wow, next I remember face plant and sidewalk and then hearing k ask if I was alive. My next thinking was Oh my goodness I think my cranberry juice was fermented.
Afternoon/Evening
The plan to make chocolate oreo popsiciles and Ham stuffed manicotti for supper.
Instead:
K and I was mixing the pudding and I held it up just a little and Whoosh one of the beaters goes flying off the mixer not only are we covered in pudding but the wall is too. K's response, "Mommy I don't think that was suppose to happen though that was cool, can we do it again."
A little bit later I started to make the ham stuffed manicotti of course I didn't clean up the pudding yet. Thank Goodness.
Cause my oil caught on fire...hubby grabbed pan and started to throw it out until I yelled at him to stop and put it back.
K-hollers I go get water for it mom and flys out back door to her kiddy pool.
The neighbors kid hollers I call 911.
and I am in the middle hollering at everyone to stop and trying to shove a lid on the pot to put it out.
After chasing everyone out of the kitchen I then turn around to shake the parmesan cheese instead Whoosh it goes flying everywhere. The dog, mind you is black was now white spotted plus everything else.
Hubby is starting to laugh,
k says, I go get broom, mommy
and I of course holler back forget it.
Then I proceed to pick up a pot of hot water, slipped on something, sloshed it everywhere.
Finally got the ham stuffed manicotti made and then go to put it in the oven and I misjudged the rack.
Down it goes all over the stove door. Mind you by this time I am frustrated, sweaty, cranky and sticky...so what do I do scooped up what can be saved slapped it back in the pan and shoved it in the oven and walked out.
My neighbor who I found out little later was outside when all the hoedown was going on.
His version-I saw k beeline for the pool with a bucket, the neighbor kid hollering saying they were calling 911, Scott my hubby was holding a pan that was on fire and screaming what do we do and of course you are yelling put it back and everyone stop. Mind you Kim, do I need to start recording things.
Good Grief nothing like having to be the neighbor hood drama station today. Of course when everything settle down and I sat down I did eventual laugh and I should of had a video. ;)
I tell you the Lord is looking down and just having a royal laugh over all this and I am sure he is saying, "hmmm what else can we throw in this mix" I do wonder what in the World will tomorrow bring. ;)