Dueling work schedules for Z-man and J-bear have meant very few nights when all the living-at-home planets align for a family meal.
Sure we can manage to get together for a birthday dinner, but the day-to-day chore of dining in the evening has become a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of affair.
Until this past Sunday.
For some strange reason (well, actually because Z-man is sick and didn't work and J-bear got off work at 6), all five of us homebodies ended up in the same place at the same time.
Fortunately, it was also a day that I managed to put something on the table other than Frosted Mini Wheats or scrambled eggs. (Hmmmm, do I sense a certain breakfast-for-dinner theme here?)
Yes, ma'am ... it was a barbecued turkey breast (tequila lime style), fresh green beans, mashed potatoes (ok, you got me -- it was Costco mashed) and a salad.
All food groups present and accounted for, SIR!
It was the Roo-girl who started it by stirring the remains of her barbecue sauce on her plate with the tines of her fork.
Evil Mother: Don't play with your food.
The Roo-girl: I'm making designs!
Z-man: Well, it looks like poo.
The Roo-girl: No, it's PRETTY!
*Z-man picks up the barbecue sauce bottle and squeezes out a pile of ... uh ... well, you get the idea*
Z-man: Now, THAT'S poo.
Evil Mother: Z-MAN!!!! That is truly gross.
Wonderhubby: No, what would have been gross is if it were poo with a bite taken out of it ...
Evil Mother: *wonders where she went wrong* Good Lord, HOW old are you again????