Me: Amy made it to one year old. It’s been so cool to see her grow up. She made it through the diaper rash and everything.
Holiday: Do we have to talk about diaper rash while I’m eating. Whose Amy?
Me: Haven’t you been paying attention? She’s the girl from the blog next door.
Holiday: You know they caught that guy who killed the cab driver the other day.
Me: Can we not talk about murder while I’m trying to eat.
Holiday: How is diaper rash better dinner conversation?
Me: A girl can’t properly digest like this.
Holiday: But diaper rash is better for your digestion?
Me: I’m just sayin’
(silence)
Holiday: Just eat okay.
Me: (under my breath) I was just sayin’ is all.
Another real moment in the Austin household. So what was on the menu? Baked Rosemary & Thyme pork chops served next to small pumpkins cut in half, baked then filled with wild rice and mushrooms. Made for good eating during our great dinner conversation. She’s not a coffee drinker so she had soda. Who has soda after a meal like that? I worry about that girl.
Austin
No coffee after a meal like that. She must be crazy.
If I have “Baked Rosemary & Thyme pork chops served next to small pumpkins cut in half, baked then filled with wild rice and mushrooms” in front of me, and I did not make it nor do I have to do the dishes, I don’t care WHAT we talk about!
*laughs*
I guess I should find some breakfast…
Except for the mushrooms, that sounds like an awesome dinner.
Enola-
She is crazy. I usually prefer my friends unbalanced. I relate to them better.
Enigma-
LOL It took tossing a few chops in the oven, cutting a pumpkin in half then putting in some rice. There were no dishes other than what we boiled rice in. We cooked w/ foil tins and tossed it when we were done. The only dishes to do were two plates, two cups and silverware for eating. That’s when you sit them in the dishwasher and call it a day. IT was all done in about 45 min.
Marcy-
No shrooms? Oh well. I’ll let that slide okay.
You’d think she’d know who Amy is by now. Sad really, that she doesn’t ask about her. That should be the first thing she says when she calls. How’s Amy. It…well.it hurts knowing she doesn’t care…..sniff, sniff
All the cooking means Maureen is back. It’s been wonderful. I think she got tired of the aftermath of Quickie Mart burritos. She’s back w/ a vengeance too. The other day we had sloppy Joes but no buns. The girl made buns. We ate like Sloppy Joe queens. No more Quickie Mart hamburgers 2 for $2 and a 69c soft drink. No more up all night experiences because we picked up the cheeseburger instead of the hamburger. We require regulation, we require Maureen. I didn’t realize how helpless we felt without her. I know why she was gone for a bit and I know why she’s back. We got that all figured out. She complained to Dr. D the other day about what pigs we are. She asked why we can’t pick up our clothes and why we insist upon leaving them behind the restroom door. She went on and on about what slobs we are. She loves us. ….heee hee heee
Austin
That sounds like a great dinner! I made this chicken casserole. Unfortunately it wasn’t a hit. I still have tons of leftovers. I haven’t felt like cooking anything except frozen pizza since then!