I took a quiz to find out who likes me.
The entire family laughed heartily.
“No one likes you,” they chortled.
I took the quiz.
“No one likes you.”
Stupid quiz.
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A Stupid Quiz
Category: Family
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Who Moved My Shaving Cream?
I thought I was well past that stage in my life where I find weird items in odd places.
Apparently not.
Today I found a can of shaving cream in a bookcase.
What the heck?
I put it under the bathroom sink.
I my mind I can already hear the outrage.
“Who moved my shaving cream?”
The Grown Son was digging around in the freezer, looking for some ice cream.
He found two beers that Bob must have stashed in there to cool down.
They were frozen through and through.
Thank goodness they hadn’t exploded.
So of course I had to tell the Grown Son a story.
Long ago, when Bob was in high school, he exploded a six-pack of Dr. Pepper in my mother’s freezer.
He had put the drinks in to cool down, fully intending to take them out a few minutes later.
But he got distracted.
And disaster ensued.
I have NEVER seen my mom so angry.
The Grown Son thought this story was hilarious.
Bob, not so much…
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Thanksgiving
For Thanksgiving, I made enough food to feed an army.
The idea was that I wouldn’t have to cook for the rest of the weekend.
But now here we are, less than 24 hours after the holiday, and they have eaten me out of house and home.
There is not one crumb left of our Thanksgiving feast.
And they want to know what we’re going to eat for dinner tonight.
Yep, I am definitely a Mom of Boys.
Unless it contains arsenic, or salmonella, or E. coli, yes, he can eat that.
To all of my fellow Type 1 Diabetes parents, let’s play a game this holiday season.
Every time someone asks, “Can he eat that?” we take a shot.
Oops, I already lost.
Yes, he can eat that.
I’ve got my eye on him.
He knows what he’s doing.
Let him enjoy his holiday.
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Hey I Was Watching That
Me: Hey, I was watching that! – to The Husband who was stealthily trying to change the channel.
Him: Sorry, I didn’t think you were still alive.
Me:
Him: Awake. I meant awake! I didn’t think you were still awake!
Nice save, Bob.
Nice save.
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I’m On Staycation
I informed the Grown Son that when Dad is out of town, I am on Staycation.
I don’t cook or shop.
I’m quite happy to eat toast and fruit for dinner.
The Grown Son was very concerned.
What will he eat?
I informed him that there was cooked taco meat in the freezer.
He rummaged around until he found it, and then he objected.
Because it was frozen.
Excuse me?
What did he think he was going to find in the freezer?
A hot meal?
That reminds me…
I need to add some wine to my toast and fruit dinner.
November is Diabetes Awareness Month.
Both of my sons have type one diabetes.
I don’t need a special month to become aware.
I’m painfully aware of diabetes every single day of my life.
I vowed, on that first day, even though I was terrified, that we would simply make the adjustments and carry on.
And we have.
It hasn’t been easy.
Some days have been awful.
Diabetes is like that.
On the bad days, we make the adjustments and carry on.
Because f**k you, diabetes.
We had our first rain of the season.
I was very pleasantly surprised to find, early this morning, an old towel on the floor by the dog door.
The Grown Son had thought to wipe the dog’s paws.
“Look!” I exclaimed to The Husband, “Signs of responsibility!”
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
“That was me,” he said, “I had to let the dog out in the middle of the night.”
Oh.
The Grown Son has not shown any signs of responsibility.
At least as far as housework is concerned.
Speaking of which, we are down to three spoons.
I’m guessing the rest of the set is under his bed.