Started my vacation yesterday by waking up to rain, rain, rain, but that was okay. I had a bunch of indoors projects planned. Off to the bank, run errands, and hit the gym before going home to get cracking on a project when my daughter informed me that she invited her new boyfriend over for dinner.

I figured that was fine, it was still a few hours before dinnertime, so I pried open my new crate of ammunition and got to work. Multiple rounds in assorted calibers needed organizing. That’s when Robert called to tell me he was stuck in traffic. There was a bad accident and he was going to be late…not a little late but very, very late. As in, sooo late he’s not going to be home in time to make dinner (((why nobody bothered to tell me we had a guest coming in the first place is beyond me!)))

Well, it was up to me to make dinner!!! OMG!!!

I don’t cook! My cooking track-record is awful. If you don’t believe me, check this out: The reason why I should never be allowed in the kitchen!

I suggested I run out for pizza instead (we don’t have delivery here, we live too far in the country.) Robert said, NO! It was just a casual dinner and he already had everything ready to throw on the grill. He even joked and said I’m good at setting things on fire, so I should be able to handle this.

Our daughter was worried, but she helped me pull it together. Burgers, corn-on-cob, salad, mac-and-cheese, grilled apples with ice-cream for dessert! I was impressed with myself. I was feeling great when her new boyfriend showed up…until she yelled at me about leaving guns and ammo spread across the living room floor. Ooops! LOL Hey, I think every parent of a teenage daughter should have a gun…just in case!

In my defense, I didn’t have time to clean up after Robert called on short notice.
Right after the boyfriend arrived, Robert got home and we had dinner. I thought it was going wonderful, until the boyfriend excused himself half-way through dinner to get sick. I joke that it was his nerves upon meeting us and our gun collection. My daughter didn’t find it funny.

The kid was really sick and he went home. My daughter accused me of trying to kill him. Within 15-20 minutes later everyone was sick. I traced my steps and reviewed everything I made, checked the ingredients. Everything was fresh. I followed all the directions. I don’t know what happened! I’m cursed when I step foot in the kitchen.

As payback, my daughter made me take her shopping today. Believe me, I’ll pay the price for my blunder. I told her if the young man ever wants to try meet us again for dinner, we would go to whichever restaurant he picks! Also my treat!

Happy 4th of July to everyone! Hope you have a better holiday weekend then I have. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the doghouse for a while.