One Heck of a week

Ok, so before I scalped my child's head the other night, I got home and Ritchie's mom was leaving to go to greenville. She said she had taken some pork chops out and they were in the sink, could I cook them? I said "Sure!" So after she left, I called Ritchie in a panic. Doesn't she know I can't cook?? So I asked him what to do with them. He said to cook them on the grill. I proceded to inform him that I have no idea how to even light the grill and that there was a freakin foot of snow outside. His next piece of advice was to fry them. How hard could that be right?? That's what I thought

So Jackson helped me and we covered them with flour, well as soon as I put them in the frying pan the flour kind of like dissolved, but we ate them anyway. They had a kinda sweet taste to them. Like I had put some kind of sweet sauce on them or something. Anyway, the next morning on the way to work, Ritchie called me. He said "You are the dumbest person I have ever met" and he was dying laughing. He asked me if I had used the container that was still out on the counter and I told him yes. He said "The reason they were so sweet, is because you coated them with powdered sugar!" Can yall believe I am really this bad at cooking? I mean really. I think I am going to leave it all to him like always!