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.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
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8 comments:
Ha, you sound like me when talking about cooking.
Any visit with in-laws that doesn't end in bloodshed and tears is a success!
oh yeah, google, the great ham time teller.
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
No fighting? Doesn't exactly sound like Thanksgiving.
Oh well. There's always Christmas, right?
Any get-together that ends with being told you have pretty hair is always a success.
Your hair is okay
Troy: I sure hope so
Avitable: I knew you'd understand
Mr. Fab: Really? I find your hair beautiful.
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