My mother in law, father in law, sister in law and her fiancee are over tonight.
I have gone to the grocery store every day for the past 4 days, but yesterday I made an appropriate list and got all my ingredients for a fantastic eggplant parm.
I slept about 5 hours last night.
The eggplant has been sliced and draining for 2 hours.
I am cranky when I don't sleep.
Oven preheated, eggplant floured and egged and in the oven. The same thing that I've done countless times before.
I must have dozed off and accidentally put cement on the eggplant instead of egg. As every slice of eggplant is now stuck to the cookie tray like a 13 year old to Justin Beiber.
Do I freak out? Do I scream my head off? Do I swear at the cookie sheet like a deranged lunatic while I bang it mercilessly against the countertop?
No, I scrape the cookie sheet contents directly in to the trash, sling my purse over my shoulder and go get the ingredients for paninis.
That is anger management.
It is probably the final appearance of anger management in my life for at least 6 months.
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