Somedays It's Just Not Meant To Be

Today is one of those days. I am making a pot roast in my crock pot and decided so nice homemade rolls would be a great addition. I can not make bread by hand. Yeast hates me. It doesn't rise. So, I use the bread machine to make the dough and then pray I can make rolls out of it.

Let me set the scene for you. Bread machine on the counter, toddler under my feet, pan to bread machine next to bread machine on counter, cup of butter in microwave softening. Got all that? The toddler was whining mommy something or other and I am trying to get the dough going. I walk over to the microwave to get the softened butter, walk back to the counter and dump it in. For a split second I thought that's odd, I didn't hear a splash (the water was already in the pan). Oh crap! Yes. I dumped the softened butter into the actual machine...without the pan in it. Geez.

Funny little tidbit from our house the night of the pageant. We weren't actually watching the pageant, but the husband apparently wanted to know who won. He flipped to the channel after the crown was placed. I was buried in my computer or crocheting or both, but I do recall hearing him say something about who won? I heard him repeat the question a couple of minutes later. DQ was standing there, as innocent as children can be, and says "The one wearing the crown." She didn't realize what a smart ass answer this was, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing. The husband was not too pleased with her answer or my reaction. Men.