(That would be you, my male offspring, fruit of your father's loins)
Knowing that you have become accustomed, of late, to enjoy succulent, delicious meals, prepared with thought and care, I regret to inform you that due to circumstances beyond our control, (that being the recent departure of your male parental unit for Western regions) you should be aware that these meals will remain as but memories until such time as the well favoured authority figure should return hence.
This is to advise you, that although the kitchen will not be officially closed, you may anticipate such fare as is easy to cook and clean up. Volunteers for meal prep are always welcome, should you become dissatisfied with the service.
(In other words: Think quick. Think easy. Any complaints will signify a desire to take over K.P. duties.)
Sincerely, The Managment.
I love this. Mothers Unite! I'd love a full on strike. We sleep til noon for a solid week, make a mess while they're at work all day then as soon as they walk in the door ask what's for supper. A solid week of that would please me.
ReplyDeleteHa!! This was great! I'm so glad I clicked on your blog just now.
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ReplyDeleteAh good. The blighters wouldn't die from a week's worth of Macaroni and cheese. In fact, it may even cure them of it forever.
Ooo... Mac and cheese. That's good tape worm food.
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