Okay, first I want to note that this post is to make goldrose feel better, not to make centauress feel worse.

Stacey and I don't cook/eat a lot of meat but occassionally, there's a mood and we do. After all my yardwork yesterday and the smell of other people BBQing while I toiled away for SEVEN HOURS with a shovel, rake, and hoe, I decided I wanted steak and my loving spouse was kind enough to cook it for me. I love her. She made me this!

Apparently right at the end it like burst into flames or something. It wasn't pretty and she wasn't very happy, but I whined and begged and threw a fit, so she tried again.

The second attempt was just a smidge better, and the extra time gave the potatos I put in plenty of time to get done! Yay!!! So in the end, we had a pretty good dinner, and I didn't haveta cook. :)

Tonight we cooked dinner together and then made dessert, but that's on her page. :)