I've been down with a stomach bug. It's awful when the weather's great, the kids are great and your friends are moving out of state. Stuck at home with sea-legs, so to speak.
Around 11:30 tonight (err, last night?) Wayne turned on the TV in our room. The Food Network boasted a mean-looking burger and after three miserable days... I was down-right hungry. My dearest said he could eat "something" too. Well if Bobby Flay's eating a mean-looking burger, so am I!
So tomorrow or this morning, whichever way you look at it, I'll have to face the fact that I made a monster burger and homemade french fries at midnight. I even grilled peppers and onions. I'll have to answer the boys' tough question at breakfast, "Hey Mom, why does the house smell like fried burgers?" I might feel a little guilty, but just a little.
It's fun to be inspired... It's fun to eat burgers in bed after midnight too! Thanks Bobby.
Sorry you were sick. Glad you at least had company for your late night burger.
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