The Dreaded "C" Word

I hate cooking! I hate to cook! I hate trying to think of meals to cook!

I read a lot of blogs where moms post recipes and pictures of the recipe in action. Like Kelly, she's crafty and likes to cook. And she's good. There's is not enough gumption within my being to prepare a meal and then want to take a picture of it. Can't someone e-mail the dinner plans to me each night? And then come cook it? I'm trying to convince my kids that eating dinner is a form of peer pressure. You don't have to do it just because everyone else is.

For once, I'd like to read a blog where the mom posts nothing but pizza delivery phone numbers and the corresponding special of the week.

I might just be that mom.