lasagna

 I bought this lasagna for my hubby to feed the kids while I was out of town last weekend, but he never got around to it.  I’m guessing it’s because there were too many steps involved.  See, when it comes to anything in the kitchen, if there’s more than one “step,” my husband withdraws.  As with his finances and his fashion, Derrick is very conservative with his Steps.

Example:  If I’m leaving for the evening and there’s a pizza in the oven, I’ll say, “Honey, in about ten minutes when the timer goes off, can you take the pizza out of the oven?”

“Sure.”  This will be said without looking up from his phone.

“Okay.  Then, let it cool for a few minutes, slice up some pieces up for the kids, and–”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!  That’s alot of steps.  Let me get a pen…”  I’ll then wait quietly for approximately one minute while he gropes haplessly around the kitchen for a pen.  After approximately one minute,