I don't really like having the TV on during dinner. Music would be fine, though.
Aging parents and toddlers can be very similar sometimes. Except the parents usually apologize (eventually) without coercion. (And coercion, as it turns out, isn't spelled anywhere near the way I thought it should be spelled.)
It is possible (although most likely with help from a miracle) to have a car door slam on a human hand without breaking anything, including wedding and anniversary rings. Whew!
If a list of things to do is made without clearing it with everyone else in the house, chances are it won't get done - any of it. And sometimes, even if you think you're in the clear, your plans will be changed for you at random.
Doctor's appointments take up way too much bloody time. Um, figurative bloody. Or literal I guess, depending on what the appointment's about.
It's a good thing Ann and I have similar tastes in movie/TV entertainment.
Bizzlewaddle. (Hey, I said random and I meant it.)
Monday, March 12, 2012
Friday, March 02, 2012
Moments in Life with the 'rents
Dad (when Ann and I were cooking dinner): Cook my cube steak well done! I don't like raw meat.
Dad (discussing his attempt to eat the leftover cube steak): I tried, but I just couldn't eat it - it was tough!
Mom (looking at my dish of sweet and sour chicken): Rule of the house - Mom gets a bite. I don't want that bite; it has sauce on it.
Mom (as she eats the last piece of candy in the jar): I don't know where all this candy keeps disappearing to.
Dad: You sure were out late last night. (Ann and I got home at 10:30.)
Sigh. Of course, now I sigh about these things because I just have to live them. But I know that, all too soon, I will remember these moments and sigh for how much I miss them both.
Dad (discussing his attempt to eat the leftover cube steak): I tried, but I just couldn't eat it - it was tough!
Mom (looking at my dish of sweet and sour chicken): Rule of the house - Mom gets a bite. I don't want that bite; it has sauce on it.
Mom (as she eats the last piece of candy in the jar): I don't know where all this candy keeps disappearing to.
Dad: You sure were out late last night. (Ann and I got home at 10:30.)
Sigh. Of course, now I sigh about these things because I just have to live them. But I know that, all too soon, I will remember these moments and sigh for how much I miss them both.
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