Delivery

I planned to make hamburger-helper for supper. My kids love it! It's a cheap meal and something that I can actually manage in the kitchen without Mac's help. I start browning the meat and start smelling that rancid, bad meat smell. Not good. Well, I can't serve that to my family. Now what?

Well, Mac gets home and says, "Hey! Half-priced burgers from Steak Express !! What do you say?" Sounded like a good idea (I could keep my slippers on since they deliver, and I didn't have to come up with something else to cook. It's perfect).

Several minutes later, the door bell rings. I take the food from the guy and then I hear Jared standing behind me saying, "Hello, welcome to 1---- S----- Lane (he mentioned our address here)! Nice of you to come." I turn around and gave Jared that look and immediately he defended himself, "But, Mom, it's okay. I'm dressed. I'm not in my underwear."

You'll think that was funny if you know Jared. Imagine how fast I wanted to pay the guy and shut the door.