We had ward temple night soon after work, so for dinner we
tried to use leftovers from the fridge before they went bad. We had a half can
of refried beans that had to be used, so we decided to make burritos. Come to
find out in the cooking process that we had no corn, black beans, sour cream,
salsa, NOTHING that would supplement our meal. So we grimly spread the meager
amount of refried beans on the tortillas and ate them while trying to not draw
attention that the Mexican food we were eating was a disgrace to all things
Mexican.
We silently both resolved that this would be first dinner,
and second dinner was a definite must after our temple trip.
The temple trip was awesome, like it always is. After the
temple we wore ourselves out running errands and resolved when we got home that
rest was more important than cleaning, so we would clean another day.
But once making a decision like that, fate always itches to
intervene.
This situation was no different.
Soon before retiring to bed, I got a call from a friend
asking if she could sleep on our couch that night, and our pigsty of a house
became spic-n-span in a matter of 15 minutes.
Fate: 1 Chris and Kimber: 0
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| 34 Weeks |
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