Yesterday we got a new kitchen table, we have been using one that used to belong to my grandparents that Ryan had refinished but we realized that most of the chairs are split and weren't very safe, so we upgraded. I love it- I didn't think that I'd like a taller table but it is surprisingly comfortable.
And here's the real kicker- the other night I was making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner,and as you can see I had a few problems (and you thought I was kidding when I said I can't cook). I think Jessica correctly diagnosed my problem when she said "we're just not patient people." See, I turn on the frying pan and put a sandwich on, then when it takes forever I turn up the heat- when the bread doesn't immediately toast, I walk away. Then I forget about it and when I come back- I have ashes and a smokey kitchen. Take this scenario and multiply by three and you'll understand the picture above. I didn't get one right until I hung up on Jess, and stood over the frying pan and watched the bread the entire time.