O Dinner! Why doth thou torment me so?
Thou art full of guile and unused pasta,
Mocking mine consciousness, so barren of ideas.
The loathing in mine heart knoweth no end, for thee, O Dinner.
Thy sneering countenance doth make my blood boil.
I perceive thy callous taunting,
Thy ridicule, in regard to mine own poor planning.
But I shall prevail!
Bested by thee, O Dinner?
It shall not be so!
'Tis not the chopping, the cutting,
The basting, nor the broiling that plagues the five o'clock hour...
But the PLANNING!
O, to be a planner!
I shall groweth in mine capacities.
I shall strive and stretch and amplify mine talents.
And then, O Dinner, Bane of Mine Existence,
It shall be YOU who laments!!!
9 comments:
Bwahahahahahahahahaaaa!
Now that's creative!
My thoughts exactly! So came the dinner of breakfast tonight!
LOL! Oh Clancy....so funny as ever.
It is so true. That's what gets me too. Preston ate a corn dog for dinner while Erik and I had cold cereal. How's that for lazy?
LOL! I was just commenting on facebook how I hate planning dinner!
LOL! Funny bunny.
Yep, I often say if someone just tells me what to cook, I'll do it (as long as it's not gross); I've just never said it so poetically!
ahhhh...i love the way you make poetic and light the bit that plagues most of us!!! well said!!!
Hmmm, I think I resemble those remarks. ("Clever girl!"
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