2nd damn day in a row I cut my finger preparing potatoes to have w/ dinner.
Yesterday I was peeling them for shepherd's pie, and it peeled a finger on my left hand.
Think that doesn't hurt?! It does.
Today I'm slicing potatoes w/ a knife for oven rounds. Stopping to yell at Brennan AGAIN to clean up, the damn slick potato....I sliced my finger. ON THE SAME HAND!!!
Stupid potatoes & your oh-so-slick bodies.
This is what I get for cooking.
Tomorrow is so going to be cereal night for my family.
I'm already not feeling well today, I'm exhausted, hormonal & moody...just the cherry on top, these potatoes-I-hate.
Someone transplant me to a place, non-pregnant body, children w/ a nanny, and I'll be in a tropical location with a skinny, toned body. Sipping on...a daquiri? Something fruity and containing alcohol.
Then Ryan Reynolds can come deliver me some chocolate-covered strawberries.