Thursday, August 7, 2008

Know your produce!

We went to Persnickety Ticker's house to watch her Ticker Tot for a bit while she tended some business. She came home and I expected that I would end up hanging out a while, but not ALLLLLLL day. I won't venture on that tangent today though. In hanging out and helping her declutter (which means now *I* have to declutter my house too), we ended up at 5 PM emerging from a tidier closet in Ticker Tot's room. Then I was planning on coming home and getting something accomplished and spend some time with the husband. Didn't happen because the route from her house to mine is a log-jam of sorts at 5:00. She offered to make dinner. I'm not stupid. Someone offers to feed me, I usually accept - situations involving morality and ethics are the exception. Well my daughter (the clone) eats most anything I eat. I say most because my co-spawner is picky about his food. My clone picked at her food and decided she was done eating. We once again ended up yakking after dinner and next thing I knew it was 8 PM. We left shortly after that and stopped at the Home Depot to get something I needed. We got home and got to work on the neglected household care. (::bites keys about wildebeast's work ethic::) My hungry child asked for some fruit. Well I wasn't going to lavish her with a fruit tray, but we do have some grapes in the fridge. She presents me with a tomato. The conversation followed like this:

"That's a tomato"
"Yea, it's a fruit. It's not a betchtable"

I know this already, but she indeed had a point. I couldn't argue with her. But I did make her wait till I finished typing up this post till I went to cut the tomato for her.


Persnickety Ticker said...

Gotta lub them betchtables. So nummy.

Oh I did catch all those jabs and hints in yer post. I might be slow sometimes, but I am not parked completely.

::Riding off on my fart-cart, cackling madly, mumbling middle-child, train of thought factoids about blue squirrels...hehehe::

(wordvert was ummkefhv. Made me giggle.)

Feisty Irish Wench said...

jabs? ok, for the record, I was not jabbing anything at you of any kind. I'm not that kind of girl.

Persnickety Ticker said...

You so want me.

After all those 3somes by proxy...ya know you do....heeheehee.

Feisty Irish Wench said...

I never said I was a "good Catholic girl". I've been saying all along, "I'm the Catholic girl the Baptist boys go after". It was even my Halloween costume last year.