"I like to say my dad is unaware that anything exists outside the box, and my mom is unaware that a box exists. "

OMG Child, you nailed it


I almost hate to admit this, but the older I guess, the less boxes there are in my life!! All I can think now I I must be one heck of a walking wall of confusion to him. A typical conversation between us (at supper time). I'll be cooking. I love to cook. So it's fun to me to make a mess in the kitchen and I usually produce something pretty darn good. Not long ago, I made a whole pot of chicken caccitore. We ate, he said he liked it. I said thanks. Then...(this really burst my bubble)...he said "but I don't know why you go through that effort, it's such a waste to dirty all those dishes, I'll eat anything." (And this is very true--it's like he has no taste buds.)

The thing is, this whole "waste" thing wears at me. I grabbed one of those plastic toothpicks this weekend, something got stuck in a cap. Got done with it, threw it out. He witnesses that I threw it out. Says to me "you can reuse those...I use them all day." I told him I'd remember to save mine for him to reuse. I don't think he "got" it LOL.

If I don't find the humor in this situation, I'll go crazy!

Arghghg.