Father and I have spent a lot of quality time together this week. We drove down to B'more, unloaded, bought new furniture, assembled, and drove back up in the span of 3 days. Within this span, we've talked, eaten in a few food courts, and discovered what an absolute time drain IKEA is. A time drain with the worst instructional manuals ever.
Father: The only thing we didn't have to assemble were the bed springs. I'm surprised that they even came coiled.
(when I decided to have fried chicken for lunch while he chose a tasteful salad)
Father: So public health people don't actually eat healthy?
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Once in a rare while, Mother asks a piercing yet insightful question regarding fields she knows little about, spurred on by her fresh perspective. Tonight was not one of those nights.
(discussing Mariano Rivera's recent pitching woes)
Mother: If he's so good and they let him play so much, why didn't we see him [when we went to the game]?
Moi: Well, for starters, we didn't watch his team play.
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Huzzah, shout-out!
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