GOAL #1

You know it's bad when ...

You come home to a boyfriend who's had a bad day ... and he's making you dinner. You know it's even worse when instead of helping you're just standing there watching him stir. (really, I'm bad at stirring.)

The crazy person in my head says "but audrey, you went to work. You deserve dinner cooked for you." But then New and Improved Audrey sits on the other shoulder and reminds me "hey loser, the rest of America works. Get over your job." Sigh, I'm going to have to stop using this excuse. On a side note - is it just LA or do other people feel like having a full time job gives them grounds to complain and be lazy?

So here's the deal - I HAVE TO LEARN TO COOK. I mean, how can I go around telling everyone and their mother (or is it just my boyfriend I say it to?) that I want kids on the nowish side of now when I won't even be able to cook them dinner? For the sake of my unborn children, I am going to learn to cook.

GOAL #1: COOKING CLASS. I'm thinking HIPCOOKS so that I can feel hip whilst cooking. And also because perfect fiance from first post recommended them.

BTW - I find the title of this book cruel. But hopefully I will have a post filled with joyous photos after my first class.