attack of the killer kitchen swarm!

I was on fire yesterday on my drive home. I was going to bake marinated chicken, y’all! I was gonna take one strong step in the direction of kick-ass-wifedom. I excitedly pulled the car up to our modest house, parked, and hurriedly stomped up the steps to the door. I put my key in the keyhole, turned the door and



Our stove was a graveyard to roughly 30 of them, and they were flying all around our kitchen in a crazy, angry, frantic swarm! AHHH! BARF!

I immediately called Dan in a panic and ran out of the house, my laptop and purse in hand, to find solace in a 24 hour cafe nearby. My knight in shining armor showed up not too much later, with fly killer (and groceries!) in hand. He defeated the nasty swarm in no time, and I was able to come home to a safe and clean house.

have no fear, damsel, flies are no match for FIRE


I was so freaked out/grossed out/OMG REALLY?!’d out that the idea of being in that kitchen and cooking food made me nauseous. I ordered Jimmy John’s and went to bed.

Marinated chicken TONIGHT. I swear.

3 thoughts on “attack of the killer kitchen swarm!

  1. Okay. Somehow I was unaware of this fantastic blog until this moment. I just stumbled upon it via facebook and I love it.

    Lindsay, i love you. Good luck with achieving your crazy standard of wifedom. I, of course, already think you’re kick-ass.


  2. Pingback: the foodie diaries: vol. 1 « ramblings of a twentysomething journalist.

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