Perfect

I have an aunt that is perfect. She dresses impeccably, she has the composure of a queen, and she possesses a heart of gold. She would do anything for her family and friends that needed to be done and she is always sure to have the best advice possible to pass on to anyone who seeks it.

In addition to her wonderful personality, she is fantastic domestically as well. Her house would pass any white glove test around, the laundry is always done, and she is a great cook. I have always wanted to be just like her, well at least as close as I could be because we all know "Brooke" and "perfection" do not belong in the same sentence.

A few days ago my aunt sent some lasagna home with me for supper....she had too much for her family and didn't want it to go to waste. I gladly took it home happy to not have to cook. It was by far the best lasagna I have ever eaten! I got up the nerve to ask her for her recipe in church on Sunday and she gave it to me willingly.

"It's a secret, so be sure not to tell your mom and dad. I don't tell anyone my lasagna secret, but I know you can pull it off." What??? Me, the "mom that smells yucky" Queen??

"You go to the store, the the freezer section. It's Stouffer's. Follow the instructions on the back." And with that she chuckled a little and winked.

Yeah, I guess I can pull that off......so much for perfection...........maybe a perfect facade??