Wilberforce has been in Wyoming visiting family the past few days. Besides my Memorial Day spent poolside with the girls, I've been partaking in some pretty fabulous single-lady-activities.
Sleeping. Working. Cooking. Sleeping. Working out. Grocery shopping. Making half-recipes of pancakes since Wilberforce isn't here to eat the other half.
The only plus to having Wilberforce not here is that I only have to make half the bed in the mornings. And I don't have to worry about having enough hot water for my completely necessary 20 minute long shower. And the dishes only build up half as quickly in the sink.
That last part was a lie. I'm always the culprit of dirty dishes. For every one dish Wilberforce gets dirty, I'm standing behind him with 43 more dirty dishes to throw in the sink. I have a cooking problem.
Making fun meals isn't nearly as fun when you have no one to enjoy them with you. My pumpkin crepes I made for a snack yesterday were absolutely delicious. But no one cared. Except me. I cared. I cared enough to send Wilberforce a picture of my tasty crepes to make him jealous.
He sent me back a picture of salmon they had just caught in the lake and grilled for lunch. Well played, Wilberforce, well played.
So anyways, I'm trying to decide what I'll make for Wilberforce's first lunch at home, since he's currently in the middle of his 5 hour trek back to Colorado.
Portabella pizza?
Maybe I'll make them both and we'll spend the rest of the day eating. I like this plan. Very much.
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