Yesterday, I was searching for one of my favorite recipes "Million Dollar Chicken", dubbed as such because it won the million dollar prize in the Pillsbury bake-off several years ago (by the way, here's the recipe, it's really easy and totally awesome). Well, at least I thought I was searching for million dollar chicken, that is, until I realized I had just performed a search for "Million Dollar Children." Umm, what?! Somehow this is strikingly similar to a month or two ago when I posted on this very blog that I had "fried the motherhood" (of my laptop).
And Y thinks I am a bit unhealthily obsessed - really?! Do you have any of your own cringe-worthy IF Freudian slips to share?