When I entered the kitchen to get breakfast this morning, I was greeted by the scene on the left and the stale, pungent aroma of last night's fajitas. The onion put a particular damper on my appetite, but I was probably most frustrated by the dried out remnants of cottage cheese in the container visible in the sink; this needed to be cleaned out before it could go into the recycle bin. Still, ten minutes later the kitchen and I were both ready for breakfast, and the mrs. had hers under way as well, as evidenced by the oatmeal envelope. (I should have put those toothpicks on the stove away before I snapped the second photo.)
I somehow doubt that this experience will teach me to spend that 10 minutes to take care of things before bed . . .
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