Nothing quite like a 35 year old (that's older than their oldest child), used, "Magic Slate". Also starring some care bear versions that were likely birthday party favors circa 1985, french toast sticks on wheels, and a garage sale yo-yo I had the audacity to leave behind when I moved out. Oh, and a Toy Story kids meal toy still in the wrapper. Yep, original.
Okay. So this is an improvement on the box of opened and water-damaged twenty year old feminine products. I guess.
We're at a beach house, and for one night's dinner my mom chose to prepare a stouffer's lasagna. Ok, not exactly the greatest food on earth but I've had worse. I suggest we pick up a bag of salad to go with it. My dad and sister return from the grocery with a bag of iceburg and carrot slivers and a bag of just romaine lettuce. The romaine, I learned, was what my sister demanded be bought for her consumption. This was on Tuesday evening, when we have to check out by 10am Thursday.
Okay. Fine.
My sister even *graciously* allowed us some of her lettuce. I'm unsure why the rest of us got the iceberg anyway, but whatever.
When the meal was over, my sister - who had the same salad as the rest of us, mostly iceburg - left two lovely romaine lettuce leaves in her bowl. So after pitching a fit to get her OWN lettuce, she didn't even eat it
So last night I was asking my dad about a funny internet picture of a speedometer that someone had pasted a sign that said NO! over everything over 65mph. It looked familiar and I thought maybe Dad could identify it. He said it did look familiar, but the government has so many rules about what has to be there that speedometers all look alike.
Husband cracks, "Well to be fair, to the car we all look alike." Everybody laughs.
Dad tries to keep up, "Yeah, you know how you tell two Chinamen apart? You can't."
I said, "Yeah, see, that's racist. He was funny, that was racist."
Mom, out of nowhere, comments on the nascar race on tv. "Oh, look at that engine! "
My little family has traveled for two days to get to a reunion of sorts. Then we're going to a rented beach house with Mom, Dad, and The Sister. Should make for some interesting reports!
