Situational Comfort.

She sat quietly off to the side and observed him as he walked in. Perhaps walked in doesn't properly describe what she saw. If you were observing alongside her you would have seen a 48 year old man with a greying beard and hair and a paunch covered by his usual Hawaiian print shirt, strutting into the room in proud peacock style carrying his feathers in his arms for all to see. That is what she saw as he entered the room. The feathers in his arms were one half of his almost two year old twins boys.

She saw him give his condolences. She noticed his wifey standing quietly holding her half of the twins. She delighted in seeing her own children swarm in to greet their little baby brothers. The babes eyes lighting up as the recognized their sister and brothers. So sweet. So touching.

And then it happened. He locked eyes with her. He turned and made his way to her side. Nary a word was spoken as he reached her and rotated his baby for her to admire. Truly, that is the reason he walked her way. He didn't introduce the child to her but rather appeared to want her approval and congratulations. She gave neither. She met the babes eyes with a sweet smile and greeted the little guy by name. And then she turned back to the conversation she had been involved in, dismissing him silently without giving him the praise he clearly desired.

She observed him later chasing after the two adorable little guys while watching her children offer him little help. The wifey seemed to have disappeared for a time. She later passed the wifey on the walkway and while she smiled and nodded the wifey refused to acknowledge. Which made it even more odd that as they were leaving hours later, the wifey was the only one to speak briefly with what seemed to be a forced "bye, blondie."

3 plus hours at the same function. Blondie spending extended time with his family by their invitation. One ridiculous display of peacockery. Two words spoken directly.

and Blondie will say once again - In any given situation where they are thrown together, she will always be more comfortable than they will ever be.


*snark*
and the new wifey totally looks pregnant again
*/snark*

That's what she said.

Happy Saturday!

PSA {Public Service Annoucement}

Women will understand and men should probably memorize.

Every woman knows that there are days when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his hands. This is a handy guide that should be carried like a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other.

Unfortunate.

After a cold and dreary day yesterday I decided to give a new soup a try. I am always on the lookout for a good broccoli soup that doesn't taste like ass bad. I opened up a carton of the V-8 Broccoli soup that I had bought a few weeks back and poured it into the pan. Smelled good. Didn't look too unappealing. Cool. Heated the soup through after giving it a splash of milk for a creamier consistency. Tasted. Not bad. Added a little sea salt and black pepper as it was a bit on the bland side for my taste. Yummy. I would will totally buy this again.

As I was cleaning up the dishes the empty pan was sitting on the counter. The kid comes in. Picks up a nerf dart that the cats play with {as does he. It is not uncommon to find it stuck to the ceiling lights or the tv on any given day} and tosses it towards the cupboard right above the pan hoping it will stick. You know where this is going. Yep. It hit the cupboard, bounced and landed in the pan with bits of soup still in it. HA! We both cracked up and said, almost in unison, "well THAT'S unfortunate."


I love that kid. He is a bright light in my day. I have cleaned off the dart and it is now back on the floor. Well, until he comes in here and picks it up and throws it again, causing it to stick to who knows what next.

QOTD:
What can you tell us about your last unfortunate food situation?

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