Cleaning Up The Flood

Well it happened, and it was wonderful. I was a little nervous, a little anxious, but he assured me it would be great. It was better than I thought, better than I expected. I don't know why I was so nervous. It was so good in fact, I've actually craved it a little, I want more, lasagna that is.

I cooked dinner for my new guy, and no one got food poison, I didn't set anything on fire, and the food was actually edible, and quite good might I add. His roomies showed up to eat, and thank goodness I cooked a huge pan of lasagna, because there was 5 of us. But the meal went off without a hitch, well almost. I did accidentally flood the new guys bathroom. And when I say flood, I mean 2 inches of water. It was terrible! I was so embarrassed. The good thing was, it flooded with a face wash towel, it could have been worse.

So right before dinner, when we should have been sipping wine and smelling the yummy marinara sauce, we were cleaning up water, and trying to find enough towels to handle the job, it took about 15. But he never got mad at me. He kept his cool, understood it was an accident, and told me to keep and eye on dinner and he would clean up the flood.

After dinner I thought about the fact that if I would have started a kitchen fire, we would have had enough water for a bucket bugrake! So while the night wasn't perfect, his attitude was, and that's what's important.