The twins have recently entered the world of e-mail. This means they can insult each other electronically.
How quickly they grow up!
I remember when they first learned to write, and left rude notes for each other.
It just warms your heart, doesn’t it?
Conversation with my just-turned-nine-year-old son:
- HIM: Is Adventure Time an old show?
- ME: I guess… I mean it’s not a brand-NEW show…
- HIM: So it’s old, then?
- ME: Well, I wouldn’t call it OLD, exactly…
- HIM: Why not?
- ME: It wasn’t around when I was a kid or anything.
- HIM: (laughs) Well I know THAT. It’s in color!
- ME: How old do you think I am, kid?
Usually I stand in the kitchen and ask myself, “What will I NOT HATE that I can make tonight without too much trouble?” And then I answer myself, “Cold cereal it is!”
No, I’m joking, obviously.
I do have to cook so the people in the house don’t starve. The trouble is, I really HATE meal planning.
I know people who have wonderful little calendars planned out with each meal for the week all written down, and they buy all the ingredients in advance to fit each dinner so that both grocery shopping and cooking are a model of efficiency.
This is SO NOT ME.
I have mentioned before my model for food shopping, which is basically just throwing stuff onto my cart at random. (Click here if you want to see an illustrated version of that.)
And whenever I try to assign certain meals to certain days of the week I feel trapped and suddenly lose my appetite for whatever I’ve planned.
It feels like Food Slavery to me. But of course, we have to eat SOMETHING.
So here’s what I do.
When I get back from the store and start putting away all my random purchases, I make list of all the meals I can possibly make from the stuff I just bought.
(While I’m saying to myself, “Why did I get this again?” and “Oh shoot, I forgot some essential thing!” of course.)
I post the list on the refrigerator. Then when it’s time to make dinner, I can look at the list and pick something, crossing it off after I make it.
Don’t say I never put anything practical on this blog. Have you SEEN my new recipe tab?!
As evidenced by the state of my couch in my previous post, I’m in the market for some new furniture.
So here’s how that went:
- Me: *Enters lovely showroom*
- *Sits on pretty couch*
- *Checks price tag*
- *Faints dead away from shock*
- Nice Saleslady: *approaches cautiously*
- Me: *Sits up and tries to look normal*
- NS: “May I help you?”
- Me: “Um, Do you have anything on sale?”
- NS: (brightly)”We don’t have any sales, because of our everyday low prices. “
- Me: *Struggles mightily not to roll eyes* “Oh….kay…”
- NS: “But we do have our clearance warehouse…”
- Me: “Aha! That’s for me!!”
- NS: (uncertainly) “I’ll just have to get the key…”
- Me: “Awesome! I’ll wait here.”
She came back with a key and led me out the back door, across the snow-packed lot, past a dumpster, and then into a warehouse crammed full of mismatched furniture with red tags.
I do believe I have found myself something I can afford, I thought!