You Did What?

Whew! The month of May has been a doozy! I don’t know about you guys but we have not stopped…. Almost every night of the week we have had a function of some sort! We’ve had chorus concerts and awards banquets, end of the year programs and intro to next year programs, and practices, projects due and dress up days, just about every possible thing you could squeeze into a day!

So that makes one of my least favorite questions all that more irritating…”What’s for dinner?” Ugh! I am so tired of restaurant food I could scream, but sometimes that has just been easiest. It’s hard on a budget to eat out even a semi healthy meal… (Note I said budget…) We finally had a night at home so I had planned to cook…and not just “heat up” something. So, we grilled pork chops, had corn from the freezer, mac n cheese, and was preparing to make mashed potatoes… I needed to go to the store, but was trying to “make do” with what was in the house…

Everything was pretty much ready with the exception of mashing the potatoes…With barely a half cup of milk I was nervous that I would not have enough to finish the meal. I poured a bit of milk and went to get the mixer but it wasn’t in its spot. I looked at every reasonable place it might be, and even some unreasonable. We have made the boys help clean the kitchen after dinner so I thought they might have stuck it somewhere.

So the first one comes down the stairs…

“Do you know where the mixer is? You know the thing I make potatoes with? Mix a cake with?” Not a hard question I don’t think, but I still get a blank stare with a, “What’s a mixer?” response…

I call the other one down…. Same question…

He says, “Yeah, I threw it away..” Wait, what? “You threw it away? Like, in the trash?”I repeated back. (Hell, I figure they can ask stupid questions why can’t I?) “Yeah”,  he said, “daddy told me to throw it away last time we used it.”

At this point I’m just at a loss, “Now, I can tell you right now he never told you to throw it away.” I say, shaking my head…. “Yes, he did, because I said ‘This?’ and he said ‘Yeah, that we didn’t need it anymore. It was junk.” Matthew comes in with the pork chops off the grill… Me: “Tell your daddy what you did with the mixer…”  And I just walk away….

“Yeah, I’d like to place an order to go please….”

Saw this online the other day and it cracked me up so thought I would share….

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