Don't Ask Me

A Thanksgiving conversation:

My Mom: How long should I cook that ham?
Me: How long has it been in there?
My Mom: I don't know.
Me: What is the oven set on?
My Mom: I think 375
Me: How big was it?
My Mom: (Holds hands apart) This big.
Me: How many pounds is that?
My Mom: Like a football.
Me: Okay that doesn't answer my question. Did you keep the package?
My Mom: No, I threw it away. It cost $16.
Me: Okay, lets say it was $2/pound. It's 8 pounds.
My Mom: Okay... What does that have to do with anything?
Me: Then you can look online and see how long to cook it per pound.
My Mom: Where would I find that?
Me: Um... Google?
My Mom: Oh. Is that what that's for?
Me: Yes Mom. That is what Google is for.

Did everyone have a good Thanksgiving? I did. We went to my boyfriend's grandparents house for dinner, then to his other grandparents afterwards to hang out (and drink wine). The food was delicious, my nephew wasn't a complete snot, and no one fought about anything. Overall, very successful. Ooooh also his Aunt told me my hair was pretty. So I consider it a win.

8 comments:

Robin said...

Ha, you sound like me when talking about cooking.

Gecko Rock said...

Any visit with in-laws that doesn't end in bloodshed and tears is a success!

CamiKaos said...

oh yeah, google, the great ham time teller.

Amanda said...

Robin: heh... there's nothing wrong with it

gecko: Indeed. Don't forget about the pretty hair part.

Camikaos: I'm sure that's why they made it

Troy said...

No fighting? Doesn't exactly sound like Thanksgiving.

Oh well. There's always Christmas, right?

Avitable said...

Any get-together that ends with being told you have pretty hair is always a success.

Mr. Fabulous said...

Your hair is okay

Amanda said...

Troy: I sure hope so

Avitable: I knew you'd understand

Mr. Fab: Really? I find your hair beautiful.