May 30th, 2005
So, we’re sitting at the dinner table and my mother tells me for the fifth time to eat the Fribble that she got me that is in the freezer. Well, my father then informs me that I can’t, because he ate it.
Dad: “I ate it four days ago.”
Sammi: “Why did you eat it? I was going to!”
Dad: “You didn’t live here!”
Sammi: “I’VE BEEN HOME FOR A WEEK AND A HALF! I DIDN’T LIVE HERE FOUR DAYS AGO?”
Then we’re talking about setting up shelves with our separate food so that we don’t eat each other’s food:
Sammi: “But then I’ll go out one night and Dad will assume that I moved out and eat all the food on my shelf!”
::: that comment led to my father spit soda out of his nose :::
Then as we’re cleaning up from dinner the phone rings and my mother hands me an ear of corn.
My house is a very interesting place to live indeed…