Saturday night was the kids tball game 'under the lights'. The local town invited us out for one last game - with a barbecue beforehand - it sounded great, and the kids were really enthused. There was a slight hitch when the game was delayed until almost eight pm, leaving the field foggy and the air turning frigid. The weather made watching the game harder....All the parents huddled together in the bleachers and shouted random things at whatever red-shirted kid we could (barely) see streaking around the bases.
But they did love it, and hot dogs eaten under the sodium lights? Really COOL.
My mother used to talk about how my father, when they were first married, would give her appliances for birthdays and anniversaries. They were usually funny stories, and we'd laugh.
Well, my mother has become my father. This is the second microwave she's bought me. And a vacuum.
Me: Mom! Get away from those Dysons!
Mom:But they're so nice!
Me: They're TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!
Mom: Yeah. And they're nice!
Me: (whispering) I'll bet. Mom, THERE IS NO CARPETING IN MY HOUSE.
Mom: But they suck up everything!
Me: NO CARPET. NO SUCKING. NO DYSON.
Salesman: Uh, can I help you?
Mom: My daughter wants a vacuum that doesn't suck.
Me: blink blink
Salesman: Excuse me?