Mostly True Memoirs

Oops

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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Mostly True Memoirs

Leftovers

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.

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We Got This

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.

He’s a rock star.

Let him enjoy his holiday.

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I Failed

At a recent Toastmasters meeting, I was assigned to tell a joke.

Using my Grown Sons as role models, I thought that if I did a bad enough job, I would never be asked to tell a joke again.

Much to my disappointment, they all laughed.

One guy said that he was going to steal my joke to use at another event.

I failed at failure.

I guess I should have examined my sons’ methods a bit more closely.

This particular strategy has never worked for them.

Why in the world did I think it would work for me?

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