Man, less than two minutes left and I just have a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Well, I mean, it’s not as bad as watching the Sox play the Yanks last October, but still, I hate close games like this.
And I know the gnawing isn’t from hunger because I cooked a most amazing dinner this evening, if I do say so myself. This morning while we had breakfast out, I asked Mr. Dump what he wanted for his birthday dinner. “Beef Stroganoff.” “Seriously?” “Ya. And garlic bread.”
So while we sat there, I looked up a recipe on Epicurious, and then we stopped at Shaws on the way home and got all the stuff (except for the red wine, cause, well, they don’t sell it) and tonight I made beef stroganoff from scratch. And it was damned good. Which is bad because now he’s gonna think I can cook.
Okay, we just have to make it through the next minute and forty three seconds. This is the longest two minutes of 2005. Unless you count that time I really had to pee and I was stuck in traffic.
