Tonight we got home and the smell of food cooking in the kitchen was incredible.
Absent, that is. No smell. Just a package of partially thawed chicken sitting in a puddle on the counter.
So much for "Hey, kids home from college, how about rustling up some dinner for your weary old parents who fund you scaley hides in case you've forgotten."
We ordered out at Correlli's. All's well that ends well especially with the shrimp-pepper-pasta thing that I inhaled.
Hang, on I've got a shrimp stuck in my nose...