I really like nice restaurants.
I enjoy getting dressed up and dining out so fancy with so many forks and spoons next to my plate that I don’t even know which to use for which course.
However, if you bring me to Whole Foods and tell me that I can have as much as I want from the Food Bar, I will happily eat out of a brown box with plastic utensils and love you forever.
I didn’t even try to resist yesterday while I was food shopping but did my best to pick the lightest-in-weight brussels sprouts to help keep the cost down.
Totally normal that I ate this small box of roasted vegetables while I was driving, I know.
Imagine if I got pulled over? The officer would see me snacking on vegetables. Not chips. Or leftover Halloween candy. Or a banana. Or a sandwich or even something complex like feeding myself a bowl of cereal.
Roasted vegetables. From a brown box.
I realized that I take the measuring cups out from the cabinet when I am going to bake but I rarely use them.
Instead, I look at them on the counter and eyeball my ingredients. Like, hmm, this amount of sugar looks like it would fit nicely in that 1/2 cup measuring cup.
I get really excited when my son doesn’t finish his oatmeal in the morning because then I get to eat it. I am annoyed on the days when he is extra hungry and leaves nothing over for me.
On occasion I purposely offer him an English muffin with peanut butter because I look forward to eating the peanut butter and jelly remnants stuck to the knife.
And sometimes, I get bent out of shape when he asks for grilled cheese because I really don’t want any part of that.
Unless he requests the Ezekiel raisin bread. Then I look forward to picking out some of the raisins.
The teenager in me is trying to understand how kids today think they can get away with prank phone calls. I mean, back in my day, I knew what I was doing, blocked my number and we were good to go.
Today? How do you prank, especially when you use a cell phone. Even if you block your number, there’s something called WIFI and an IP Address.
The adult in me wonders what was so appealing about those prank calls anyway.
Why were they even funny? And why did we hang up on the boys we liked? What the heck was the point of that?
I also don’t know what I would have done with text and these smart phones as a teenager. Totally don’t know.
Remember the days before text? When it was normal and acceptable not to talk to everyone ALL OF THE TIME?
Now, if someone doesn’t respond instantly, the nerve of them for actually trying to work during the day or sleep at night.
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