Apparently I am one kick-@ss cook!
My son is moving into the dorm tomorrow. It’s right next door to where my daughter moved her bedroom this past Sunday. Thus making it easier for me to pick them up on my way home from work each night. It’s kind of like college daycare.
Tonight at dinner my son totally shocked me …
“I’ll mow your yard every Sunday if you’ll feed me dinner” he said. I nearly fell over dead.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but getting Jon to mow the grass once a week these past few years has been a lot like hog-tying a greased pig. It’s hard is what I’m saying.
April, not to be outdone in the bargaining department or left out of an opportunity for free food, immediately piped up with “I’ll clean the kitchen after dinner if you’ll let me come too”.
Who knew I could have been trading Sunday dinner for chores all these years?
My children are pretty competitive so I’m expecting a pretty good offer from Vicki any time now.
I mean, I can’t just let her come to dinner for free any more, now can I?
Edited to add: Well, geez-louise, of course I can’t put up yet another version of that picture without putting up one of April too. What was I thinking!??! Here you go:
At this rate she’ll never get homesick
We moved April into the dorm on Sunday. We toted more boxes and bags into that teeny tiny room than you would have thought could possibly fit.
We left April alone with her pile of stuff at 3pm. By 5pm she had called to see if one of us could come pick her up for dinner.
Today, I got an instant message from April around 4 pm. After a few innocent inquires, she finally got around to what she really wanted. Could I stop by the dorm, pick her up and bring her home for dinner and The Closer?
After dinner, April did some savvy bargaining with her dad to exchange a haircut for yet another dinner tonight. And could I, pretty please, pick her up on my way home from work?
Then there’s the driving her back to her bedroom every night. It was so much easier when she could just walk down the hallway.
I really had high hopes for Wednesday evening when Jon moves to the dorm but it’s looking like I’ll just be adding another stop onto my daily commute.
Somebody save the crockery - they’re breaking plates again!
This time it was Jon’s last meal.
If you wanted to be here but couldn’t, here you go…
Pe(s)ts
My daughter Amber is nearly 24 years old and has never lived alone. For most of those 24 years she hasn’t even slept in a room alone, sharing a room first with her sister and then later with her college roommate Jamie. In fact, she and Jamie shared a no-bedroom studio that was smaller than my bathroom for over 2 years. They were very close friends.
I can imagine how lonely and quiet her new apartment must be. All alone in a new city. It’s driven her to acquire a pet.
I was sure she would have gotten a cat. Nope - cat food. She got 2 white mice. Mice. Rodents. Those aren’t pets - they’re pests.
Eventually Amber hopes to get a cat so I’m thinking the mice might actually be a good choice because once she can afford a cat, the mice can be dinner. Amber doesn’t think that’s funny. She doesn’t think April’s funny either…
April says: Dad says Walmart makes these mouse toys…
Amber says:What kind of toys?
April says:and you put some cheese on them and then they go SNAP!
Amber says:harharhar
April says:peanutbutter works too
Amber says:lol
Amber says:Well, Dasha and Foxy aren’t getting snapped
Amber says:unless they get free
Amber says:which is unlikely in a wire cage