I think I've mentioned this before, but Sean is the cook in our household. Yes, I can cook and quite honestly I can make some really tasty food, but it's Sean that is really the cook. One of my favorite things that he makes is breakfast. He goes all out, pancakes with fresh fruit, sausage, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns...you name it, he does it.
Well, I always try to make sausage the way he makes it. We like to heavily sprinkle a bit of Tony's on our sausage and then cook them. Well, mine always end up way to salty and barley edible. Until today! Today I cooked them almost as good as Sean cooks them, but not quite.
As you can see I like to celebrate the small things in life.
However, today would not be complete without something odd and completely random happening to me.
Our house phone rang this morning and since only Sean and my parents know that number I assumed it was them. So I answer it...and it's neither one of them. It's some Middle or Far-East sounding guy on the phone. He spoke English and proceeded to tell me he was following up a call from when we met and I gave him my number.
Obviously I know I've never given this man my number.
A. I don't give my number to random,creepy dudes
B. I don't even know my house number without looking at my cellphone
So I ask him where I supposedly met him. All he would tell me was it was eight months ago at some entrance to a place and I had a child with me. I tried explaining to him I never gave him a number, I don't have a child and whoever gave him the number must have lied and made one up, but he wasn't having it. Basically he told me he didn't believe me, but that was ok because he would no longer waste my time.
Yeah...I have NO idea.