Yesterday, was a good day.
We spent the morning at the library with Steph, Nick & Zachary.
They came over to our house for lunch and a little Mario baseball.
The kids decided that they would like mac & cheese for lunch. So I put on a pot of water. I was also making orange jello.
I was chatting with my sister about the kids, how hot it was outside and how hot my kitchen was just with the water boiling for the jello and mac & cheese.
I stirred up my jello with the boiling water. Added the cold water. Stirred some more.
Steph asked me what I was making because it looked weird. I told her orange jello. I said that it would probably look more like jello after it settled once in the fridge. (I don’t make jello very often.)
Right after I put my jello in the fridge, Steph drained the macaroni, dumped it back in the pan, added milk & butter and then asked me where the cheese went. I told her it had to be somewhere around the counter. She asked if I threw it away with the box. Nope. Put the box in the recycling bag.
I checked the recycling pile. No cheese in there.
I walked back into the kitchen and saw the little brown bag of orange gelatin on the counter. Which only meant one thing…
I made cheese jello instead of the orange jello that I had intended.
Needless to say, Steph about peed her pants laughing at me.
I used to take pride in my ability to multi-task. Not anymore.
