Something that bugs me: going out to eat, and then ordering the kids macaroni and cheese. I love a good bowl of mac n’ cheese; that’s not the part that bugs me. Their meal arrives; turns out the kitchen made them Kraft mac n’ cheese. Something I could make at home for three times the price. It especially bugs me when the portion is really small. I can buy the whole box for less then the restaurant charges me. When we go out to eat, I’m expecting more real cheese and less powdered cheese.
This morning I heard a news story about a family that found a Jesus-shaped Cheeto. When I’m eating Cheetos, or potato chips, or any kind of snack food, I’m shoveling it in so fast I’m not looking for shapes. I’m especially not looking for Jesus or Virgin Mary shapes. Maybe I should; they just may get a lot of money on Ebay for that Cheeto.
I just saw my backyard neighbor outside doing the poop rounds. They have four little dogs, so I imagine their yard fills up pretty fast. However, it’s 5:45 a.m., and he’s retired. The only reason I’m up is because I have a toddler who wakes up at the crack of dawn. Why is he up? And if he is up, shouldn’t he be reading paper in the comfort of his kitchen, not out scooping poop? What a great way to start the day.
Perhaps I’m more like him than I think. I smell a distinct odor right now, emanating from the toddler. I’m going to need to publish this soon, I think.
Last night, putting the four year old to bed was horrible. She gets extremely wild when she’s tired, and by the time she finally fell asleep we were all exhausted. Ed always feels bad when that happens. He leaves so early in the morning that he won’t see her again until dinner time, when she’s tired and crabby again. Sometimes working for a living isn’t so great for a dad.
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