I love my roommate. However, there are certain things that one has to put up with when living with another person. One of the things that I have to put up with are the random "I hurt myself" calls. These range from "I broke the wall" (I'm not joking) to "I cut my hand on a can, again". Being the wonderful and loving person that I am, I usually respond with "I'm sorry".
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Today I decided to make some meatballs for the dogs. I wanted to do this mainly so that Abby would have extra-special treats for class tomorrow. I went out of my way to find a meatball recipe (I don't cook meat) and buy the ingredients. I laid everything out and went to work. The first thing I need to do was grate the carrots.
Can you see where this is going???
I am generally a very safe person in the kitchen, but I still managed to grate my knuckle. I'm blaming it on being 5pm on a "Friday". I called Lb to tell her what I did. . . and her response???
Why did you do that?
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After calling boss lady, who was quite considerate of my feelings (ahem!) I was able to finish the meatballs. The kids seem to love the raw version, and they keep checking the stove wondering when they are going to be done.
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