So I've ruined a few pans by not sticking close to what I'm cooking - that's the price they pay for letting me cook anyway. Boiled chicken becomes browned and sort of crispy. And you'll find blackened salmon on expensive menus. At least I was able to weed the flowers and change the sheets on the bed while dinner was cooking.
Maybe it's not the best idea to write those last few sentences of chapter four while the sink fills with water. But the floor needed mopping anyway.
Speaking of water, the flower bed just won't need to be watered for maybe a week or two, but how can I remember to get back to moving the hose when my dog is demanding breakfast and I'm making out the shopping list while waiting for my toast to pop up while my coffee is brewing?
And no I can't just talk on the phone. With the phone tucked between my chin and ear, my hands are free to make the bed or check my email. This only causes problems when my chin hits the disconnect or the person on the other end of the line says "are you listening to me?"
A little something about Brenda:
Although I didn’t start out to write romance, I’ve found all good stories have to involve complicated human relationships. I’ve also learned, no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or mystery, all my books revolve around those two facts.
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