I like it when she laughs, so I've been brushing up on my burns.... like the water she is capable of burning.
She tried making an omelette this morning. It didn't turn out the way she wanted to, so I knew this was my chance.
"That looks like an 'omelet-down' if you ask me."
"I've seen clean-ups on aisle 7 look better than this atrocity."
"Did you get that out of a recipe book? You need a refund."
"I bet that tiny human in the living room with the special 'leave it' toys can flip a proper omelette."
"Kibble actually sounds a lot better than looking at this abomination for a single second more."
I actually did look for two slices of bread to put on either side of her head, but I can't open the pantry, nor do I have enough height to put them on either side of her head.
So? How'd I do? I think I could come out of retirement to be quite the food critic! Watch out Mr. Ramsay!