The chicken looks and smells divine. When O and I left to pick Jack up, I set the timer that’s supposed to turn the oven off when the time’s up; naturally I set the other timer so that when we got home, the oven was still on. Dios mio. Fortunately, I’d turned the temp down, but here’s hoping that my beautiful chicken is not dry.
Do you know what feels nice? Grains of rice running through your fingers as your wash them.
DH just came home so I can get a pedicure at 4:15 in the afternoon. Whoa! So nice!