Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Diary of a Newly Maried Housewife !

Diary of newly married housewife...
>
> Monday:
> Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home. It's fun to cook
> for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "beat 12 eggs
> separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do that, so I had to
> borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in.
> The cake turned out fine though.
>
> Tuesday:
> We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, "serve without
> dressing."
> So I didn't dress.
> But Tim happened to bring a friend home for supper that night.
> They both looked so startled when I served them; I think it was the salad.
>
> Wednesday:
> I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly
> before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath before
> steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the day. I can't
> say it improved the rice anyhow.
>
> Thursday:
> Today Tim asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said, prepare
> ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving." I
> hunted all over the place for a garden and when I got one, I tossed my
> salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there for over one hour so
> the dog would not take it. Tim came over and asked if I felt all right. I
> wonder why? He must be stressed at work; I'll try to be supportive.
>
> Friday:
> Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients
> in a bowl and beat it."
> Beat it I did, to my mum's place. There must have been something wrong with
> the recipe, because when I came back home again, it looked the same as when
> I left it.
>
> Saturday:
> Tim went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it
> for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday.. I never
> noticed back on the farm, but I found an old doll dress and its little cute
> shoes. I thought the hen looked really cute. When Tim saw it, he started
> counting to ten. Either he was really stressed because of his work, or he
> wanted the chicken to dance.
>
> When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and shouting out "why
> me? why me ?"
>
> Hmmm....It must be his job.

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