When you are writing, it kind of eats up your brain, so you get 25% processing power for everything else. Quotes from this week for your laughing pressure.
Me: I need lamps.
Me: Lamps! For pantry.
Me: It’s not working.
Gordon: Do you mean fluorescent bulbs?
Me: Yes! The light is barely working in there because the bulbs are burned out.
Gordon: This fucking sucks. No. ::puts hand over face:: No, I can’t.
Me: We will put it back once we fix it.
Gordon: I know and it will be better. I don’t have to like it.
::deletes 3,000 words:::
Me: Look, no oil.
C, Kid 1’s boyfriend: Nod.
Gordon, coming to the table.
Me: No oil.
Gordon, who is used to random things said at him by now: Nod.
Kid 1 comes to the table.
Me: The new Le Creuset pan is amazing. I made three omelets without oil and they all slid off the pan beautifully.
Kid 1: That’s nice, Mom.
Gordon: Did you know that those sunken living rooms in 70’s that everyone is trying to redo now? They were called conversation pits.
Me: What? Do they like throw you into the pit and only one person comes out?
Gordon: Probably. Also, what was the prize for winning? Groovy fondue?
Okay those of you who were alive in the 70’s, what was up with conversation pits? Like how was this tripping hazard and dirt collecting area sold as the coolest design element ever?