And here I thought you had to boil the eggs, cut them in half, scoop out the yolk, mix it with mayo and mustard and stuff, then put it back in the white half. Silly me…
This was great. I’m STILL laughing! Kid, gotta love ’em.
It’s happened. Again. For the fourth time.
That curse placed upon me that I would have children much like myself? It’s alive and well.
My parents had to hear about such incidents as the time(s) I was chastised at daycare for using profanity. The director, after once hearing me call someone a ‘shit damn,’ called me over and smeared hot salsa all over my tongue (true story), before reporting my behavior to Dad and Mom. I was about four and I don’t know that I deserved double punishment, but it happened and I was able to grow up without extensive therapy.
And then it all came back to haunt me … again … only a few months ago.
The family was eating Tex-Mex at one of our favorite area dives, when our four-year-old grandson (the fourth ‘child’) observed that we weren’t sitting in our regular spot.
“Those people are sitting…
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Episode 1. When we lived in Big Bear Lake, we had a dog that was a Lab/Australian Shepherd mix named Ruffy. One day we had grilled steaks for dinner and were getting ready to eat. The dog was laying down nicely across the room, sleeping. (So we thought.) My husband backed his chair up and bent down to pick up his napkin. To this day, we don’t know how Ruffy managed to cross the distance to my husband’s plate, grab the steak, and be out the back door before my husband even sat back up.
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