I can’t cook rice for shit. No matter how many times the hubs has told me how to do it and no matter how many times I have attempted, it pretty much ends up ruined.

Thank goodness that this currently ruined batch is for the dog.

I forgot to buy dog food today. I forget a lot of things… which pretty much rules out being an elephant in a former life, too. So, in my attempt to redeem myself in the Murrinator’s eyes, I cooked him dinner: a half-ass batch of undercooked and slightly burnt white rice, with a side of carrots.

Now, go ahead, ask me how I can undercook yet burn rice and I will reply with something like the ubiquitous catch phrase of 2007 that everyone uses in an attempt to sound cool, even lamo moms like myself… “I have mad skillz”. Skills must be spelled with a Z in order to maximize the hip factor.

If I were Asian in a previous life then I probably died of starvation. But I bet I was hot!

So, I have made the dog rice and boiled carrots for his dinner but I’ll be damned if I know what the family is eating! That is hub’s job anyway. But, even he doesn’t know what to make.

There is always cereal for dinner. The boys love that. I’m kind of thinking that a glass of wine and an Excedrin will work for me though.