Think Again, Mom

Last night, I was on the phone with my mom, discussing holiday plans. It was about 8:30 at night, and I explained to her that I had just gotten home from work after a 12 hour day.

"Oh," she said, "is [B] making dinner?"

I replied that he was, and she was extremely impressed, because B really doesn't cook that much (read: left to his own devices, he eats cereal for most meals).

Little did she know we had Mac n' Cheese with a side of red wine for dinner.