Last night started out to be just a boring night at home. Kids playing Wii bowling, I was writing, wife was watching something on tv in the bedroom. She got up to let the dogs out, when she got to the laundry room, which the floor is wet because that is where boots come off, our doberman decided he needed to get to the door first so he blew past her, threw a hip check on her while she stepped into the water puddle and bang. Broken ankle. That sucked enough, and after we get the kids deposited at grandparents I take her to the Urgent Care office at our hospital...if you don't have an Urgent Care it's like the ER only 1,00000000 times cheaper. Closed. So to ER we go. Nobody in the lobby, nobody in triage, nobody in any other room they have that I could tell....45 minute wait. Once seen, 1 hour wait to get x-rays, then a half hour or so to get her cast thing on. She was super bummed, super in pain, and super pissed at the wait. I did what I could but I could tell by the look on her face I was annoying her. So got her home, got kids to bed and lay down to slumber and she rolls over in her darvocet induced stupor and says "Don't forget your parents and my parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow. You'll have to make the roast" I've never made roast. So I get up early and look it up (Love you, Food Network dot com) and get going. She calls me in, about a half hour ago and asks if I got it started, told her all under control the venison is in and...." Venison? Yup. NOooooOooooOOOO. There is a BEEF ROAST in the freezer in the laundry room. So I have a half cooked venison roast done if anyone is interested? FML.
Cook both. That way there are left overs for sandwiches, and other meals. The big benefit: you won't have to cook again for a while as your wife recuperates.
