Dinner at our house

It's been a long day. We had the missionaries over for dinner. I served scrambled eggs, grits, blueberry muffins, toast, canned pineapple and apple juice. They were so polite in telling me it was delicious. I know it wasn't. The eggs tasted burnt because I used a larger pan than I normally use. Apparently it cooks eggs faster and I caught it just in time before destroying the dozen and a half eggs in the pan, but not early enough to avoid them tasting like charbroiled eggs. The grits turned out pretty good. The muffins were burnt on the bottom. I also made a batch of brownies, but purposely didn't serve them because I knew they were going to be too gooey. My kids turned the oven and timer off while they were baking so I didn't know how much longer to bake them once I turned the oven back on. Now I remember why I usually pass the missionary dinner calendar quickly every Sunday morning. It's because I'm doing them a favor by sparing them the torture of eating a meal at our house.