The reason I don't cook

Got lamb ribs out for dinner.
Decide to surprise my guy and have it all ready by the time he gets home.
Oops – no white wine. Decide to substitute orange juice. Okay.
Drat – no soy sauce. Don’t think Teriyaki will do. Decide to leave it out.
Duh – can’t find the cinnamon. Got something that may be it, but not labelled, so not sure. Better leave it out.
Um – no fresh lemon juice, just the “in a plastic squeeze bottle” variety. Too bad. It’s going in.
Open up the ribs – packet seems to be mislabelled and is really a rack of lamb. Guess that will work.
Recipe calls for 3½ pounds, only have 1½ pounds.
Have to halve everything.
Math not my strong point.
Mix the marinade and pour it over the lamb in a plastic bag. Try to suck out the air. Blah! Sucked up some marinade.
Seal it all off, then place it in a dish before putting in the fridge.
Hey, what’s all that liquid?
Bugger! There’s a hole in the bag!!!!!!!!!!
Pour the whole bloody lot into the dish, can’t find the lid, so cover with plastic wrap, put in fridge and close the door.
Just don’t look and it will be okay ... at least until the real cook gets home!