ARGH

I am:

A) reluctant non-voluntary chauffer
B) not facing good afternoon
C) really needing something to make this 'not good afternoon' surviveable

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Running out of the house now!

Reason Four-Hundred Twenty-Seven Why I Manage the Food in this Household:

*It's 5:30ish. Da, Pidge, Vivs and I have just gotten in the door after doctor's and dentist's appointments all afternoon*

Da (to me): We're hungry. I'm gonna get takeout.

Me: Fine. Wouldn't have taken me that long to make something...

Him: Yeah but we're hungry.

Me: Ok. If you want to use my discount card you can; there are some great deals.

Him: I don't want to drive all the way to Brookfield.

Me: Five extra minutes?

Him: I'm not going to drive all the way to Brookfield!

[Argument ensues, in which I hold firm that the savings from the card would outweigh any small inconvenience, am proved right, and he still won't drive to Brookfield. I sit down and go back to typing. 3-5 minutes pass]

Him: We're leaving for Cousin's. Would you like something?


...
*faceplant*
no, I just cook and clean here. my meals I find in the dumpster out back.


{Epilogue:
I tell him that whatever he wants to do is fine, and if he wants to get me a sub that turkey with mayonnaise is fine (because I'm the only one in our house who likes mayonnaise so I have to specify). He comes home with a chicken sub -- I think 'okay, easy mix-up' -- and tells me he's leaving it on the table. It's warm. Know what it is? Chicken (as in grilled), and mayonnaise.}

...Yep.



BTB: Wasn't there some doll-person in a Robin Williams movie who ate that? Toys, perhaps?

ficlets two

Two ficlets for aradiria.

Disclaimer for the first: The boys aren't mine, and I know nothing about period dentistry so it could be complete crap.

Disclaimer for the second: The boys still aren't mine. This may or may not be in the AU 'verse that aradiria and I both have stuck in our heads (she started it!), but if the characterizations are all wrong then it's not. Anbesol is a registered trademark of Wyeth Consumer Healthcare.

Disclaimer for both: These are boys with boys, rated upwards of teen. Not your thing, then don't read. I'm sick of tiptoeing around my own LJ.

( Ficlet the first at 266: Kiss and Tell )

*****

( Ficlet the second at 461: Better than Anbesol )

And that's me for the evening. Getting-in-touch information is added to my lj userinfo. I really want my laptop back.

Ever yours,
Mel