Scullery Woes

...Did I ever mention I hate to cook?
It is by far my least favorite chore in the entire galaxial expanse of the universe.
I would rather change diapers, scrub toilets - what have you - than spend another minute in the kitchen.
I never aspired to do it, I've never been any good at it, and would certainly discontine it, if only my family could be convinced to stop eating!
I hate planning meals, I hate shopping for meals, I hate cleaning up after meals - and I especialy hate preparing meals.
I have recieved fewer rewards, and sustained more abuse (ie: negativity, complaints, & indifference) over this one chore than any one other thing I've been required to do in this life.
My favorite day in the whole year is Mother's Day, simply because my family KNOWS that it is my DAY OFF - and I refuse to even enter the kitchen!!! (although they usually leave the mess for me to clean up the next day!)
... I am most likely not destined for heaven, and if by some miracle I do end up there, will probably spend eternity as a mere "ministering angel" - a fate that I can totally live with...as long as they don't put me in the kitchen!!! (please let me be in the choir..please please please!)
If by chance I do find myself in the kitchen - I'll know I've gone to the other place...

There - I've said it.