My three (or four depending if we are getting technical and counting contractions) least favorite words in the English language are….
….what’s for dinner.
I should know that it’s coming.
I should be prepared.
I should anticipate and plan and think ahead and have a stocked refrigerator and something cooking on the stove.
And yet, every night around 5:00 when the little birds in the nest start chirping and asking what we are having for dinner….
….I look around surprised.
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