Wednesday, January 07, 2004       ( 10:15 AM ) Lostcheerio   Another example of pregnancy-related moronic behavior. I decided to make macaroni and cheese last night and I was standing in front of the stove with the box in one hand and a measuring cup in the other hand, and I was reading the box, REALLY INTENTLY, as I had started out looking for directions to make the stuff and ended up being very distracted by A) a "great suggestion!" recipe or B) the Kraft hotline or C) the pretty colors and couldn't FIND the directions or had forgotten they were even the object of my search OR HAD FALLEN INTO A COMA... WHO KNOWS. I don't know how much time I lost there, perhaps aliens came and abducted me and had time to brush me off and deliver me back. And finally my kind and faithful husband came up behind me and said, "Honey, what are you doing? Don't you just... you know... boil the noodles?" WELL DUH. OF COURSE YOU DO. To my credit I did NOT dissolve into a hysterical pool of tears and woe. *BEAM* #

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