I haven't written anything in a couple weeks and suddenly it seems like I can't stop. This is partly my daughter's fault. She's home from college for the holidays. I walked into her bedroom the other day and discovered a pickle jar on her headboard.
Dad: Let's see. Some people have alarm clocks on their headboards. Books. Hairbrushes. Tissues. And you've got . . . a pickle jar?
Daughter: (still waking up at 3:00 in the afternoon) Nnnh.
Dad: Honey, why is there a pickle jar on your headboard?
Daughter: There was only one left and I didn't want anyone else to eat it.
Dad: Ah. (exit stage right)
That sounds exactly like something one of my teenagers would do.
ReplyDeleteOne time I found a petrified hot dog in a bun under my son's bed. Who knows how long it had been there. It hadn't molded. It was just dusty.
By petrified, I mean petrified. I could have hammered a nail into the wall with it.
And no, I didn't ask.
LOL. I still get teased bc as a teenager I couldn't wait for things to cook. I used to eat icy hot dogs out of the freezer. I don't do things like that anymore, of course. That goes without saying. :D
ReplyDeleteInteresting... maybe you should introduce the college student to the idea of buying groceries? They have more in the store, promise!
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious! Sounds just like something one of my teenagers would do.
ReplyDeleteHehe I don't blame her. Pickles are worth stealing and hording. :P
ReplyDeleteGreat post! :)
Pickletastic. Picklicious. Picklarious.
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Wait. Frozen hot dogs?
Liana, in the interest of full disclosure I should add these important facts:
ReplyDelete1. she has started buying groceries -- she likes her independence
2. she's a fabulous cook and baker, see my post on X-rated Christmas Cookies below
3. these pickles were homemade and not store bought. They're special.
Having said that, I'm on your side. I thought this was funny. :]
A.R. we ought to compare notes. Wait. That's what we're doing. :]
Zella, lol. You and my daughter are on the same page. It's one of her favorite snacks. Her winter break is almost done and as she contemplates returning to school she's hard at work calculating how to get a jar of pickles through airport security. Do you have any tips for her?
Hi, James! Your comments leave me pickled pink. Er. Ahem. Yes. The first bite is the hardest, trust me. After that they tend to thaw a bit. I'm certain there's a perfectly rational explanation for my behavior that's deeply rooted in evolutionary biology etc. as evidenced by early man gnawing frozen mammoth steaks on the tundra. I'd love to stand around chewing the fat with you but it's lunchtime here and all this talk of icy hotdogs has got my salivary glands frosting over. Until later!
ha ha ha, that's hilarious!
ReplyDeletemaybe that's where i should keep the last ice-block in our house... although im scared itll melt on my head :S