“Walking out of the kitchen, just finishing preparing a roasted veggie lasagna & a classic meat lasagna for tomorrow night’s dinner”
That’s pretty epic. She’s can’t be walking out of the kitchen like a regular-ass mom, she’s gotta be doing it in slow-motion, dry ice smoke wafting around her ankles as she struts into the dining room, roundhouse kicks my dad in the face and says “mission accomplished.”
Get jealous, my friends, for tomorrow, I dine on Lasagna! Glad she got a chance to make second dinner. Much like the hobbits eat second breakfast and elevensies, my mom frequently makes second dinner. She doesn’t eat it, she’ll just save it for later. Its important.