Joseph was unable to stop on his way home last night for mozzerella cheese because he was running late and we had some people coming over. So after they left, he went to the store and bought not one, not two, not three, but FOUR bags of shredded mozzerella cheese. I only needed one but I don't think that he was very happy about having to go out in the snow at 9:00 at night for cheese so he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't have to go get cheese again for a long time.
So finally at 9:45 pm, we finally sat down to have dinner. I wish that I could say it was as good as it always is but it wasn't. I am not sure why other than maybe I was too frustrated to really enjoy it.
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Well, the up-side is that next time you won't have to worry about the cheese :) I do know what you mean about it not being as satisfying. I think it's the stess before-hand that does it; you're so frazzled by what's gone before that it makes it difficult to just enjoy it. I hope that today goes better :)
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