I just described [to my sister] what I'm cooking for dinner tonight:
"I'm throwing some noodles in a pan and some sauce in a pan and darn it, they're gonna like it."
I'm tired of cooking. I hate cooking sometimes. It seems as though I'm cooking the same things all the time (except for last Friday night when I made homemade Buffalo chicken strips, a la Rachel Ray). I need a cooking time out. For about a month. Or five.
So tonight, it's a Prego spaghetti night. Noodles, sauce, garlic bread. No meat sauce, no extra mushrooms. Nada.
So much for 'mother of the year' for this time around.