Unsolved Mystery 1:
Two weeks ago, my husband made two tarts. From scratch. Both sent my females relatives into fits bordering on inappropriate. Forget cake. These were better-than-sex-tarts.
Last week, as I was leaving for class, I saw husband pull out a box of brownie mix. I returned home to kitchen smelling deliciously chocolatey, and I was once again pleased that I decided to marry someone with such excellent culinary skills.
When I arrived home, I dug into the pan of brownies, and took a bite.
And spit it out. The brownie tasted like a chocolate covered bouncy ball. To test my theory, I cut another, and threw it on the counter.
It bounced. Repeatedly.
How is it that my husband, of orgasm tart fame cannot make a batch of box brownies?
Previous to beginning school, I sub taught for Granite School District. This was a dark era in my life and I generally prefer not to talk about. However, I do remember that I was capable of standing in front of my students, and teaching a lesson.
I am also quite capable of giving talks in my ward of 500 people.
Why, oh why then, can I not give a simple presentation in front of my classmates without totally loosing my sh*t?
Where has my capacity for writing 8 page papers in 2 hours gone? Where? I need that skill!