So, I cook. My sibilings might not believe it but it's true, I do. Everything that I make turns our pretty delicious, for the most part anyway. Sometimes though, I'm way off on my portions. I either make too much or too little. One night I attempted to make omelets for dinner. For some reason, it came out almost the size of the dinner plate. I laughed so hard and told Ryan he had to eat it all AND the coffee cake that I made because for some reason, I didn't think an omelet would be enough. Let's just say I'm not the best breakfast maker. Ryan does a much better job at it then I do. There is a reason why i don't make breakfast

and this is why