John is working late tonight and Henrietta wanted to be fed something that no one else will eat. Done. I am not a very big supper eater. Kes is 18 years old and just read me the riot act about not getting supper done early enough to suit her. I looked at her blankly and said, “Supper?” To which she grabbed her purse and stormed out muttering something about going to get something to eat. Clearly, she is steamed at ME. I think this is unfair. This is just me sawing away in a frenzied manner cutting the apron strings a bit. PLUS there is always the chance that she will think that if she’s not going to stick around and eat any food I may or may not produce, then maybe she shouldn’t accept any money for her college education…. Yeah, right.
How Horrible am I?…Don't answer that.Posted by Krissa
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Comment by Mither/Nana on June 27, 2008 at 8:48 pm
Oh I can’t believe you didn’t make dinner at the right time for that baby! What if she starved? Then how would you feel? I am calling CPS now. Oh wait, they don’t do over 18. There is no help for her. Sob.
Comment by Serendipitous Girl on June 27, 2008 at 9:06 pm
Awwww! You need to do something NICE for yourself this weekend. You take care of SO many people! Time to take care of you! And that’s an SSG order!
Comment by Susan on June 29, 2008 at 10:19 am
LMAO…. Keep dreaming MOM!
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