I'm making my *soon to be* world famous cheese enchiladas tonight for dinner. My mom just left to take Jessie to the dentist (the worst place in the world) and so I'm also babysitting 3 crazy little ones.
I don't know why, but I freak out when I cook. I've made these enchiladas several times, but the first time I didn't know how (mom didn't write the recipe down) and the second time, I had gotten shots. Shots are supposed to make you not sick, but they made me sick, so I was cooking and fainting and the room was turning gray and it was scary. Now I have to make the sauce by myself.
Listen to me whine. I'm such a sissy. But if I mess up, I'm doomed. Or at least I've got that in my head.
Cooking stresses me out. So, Nick J., if you're reading this, you're going to do half of the cooking...or you're gonna have one insanse wife.
(p.s.: if you get any spiritual encouragement or meaning from this post, let me know and I will forever hold you as the most godly person I know! It's a challenge, lol!)