Hot dogs and mac'n'cheese
Twenty years ago
It's a lazy Friday night, and Mom is playing with the video camera while Dad is being goofy. He's feeding baby Meagan, and saying in a cutesy baby voice, "Here's some of the white goop, and here's some of the greeeen goop. We got hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, but you get goop!"
Two years ago
It's a lazy Friday night, and Dad has been busily converting our family videos to DVD. The family is gathered around the television watching the lovely goop video, teasing Dad about his sadistic ways and instituting a new family joke.
Four hours ago
My roommate and I are trying to decide what to have for dinner. Pizza is suggested and rejected as too expensive - we've already had a few luxuries this week. Okay, we'll have hot dogs and mac'n'cheese. Always a good choice.
Two hours ago
I run over to my parents' to watch Dollhouse, and dance away the extra time till showtime. When I call Meagan down (at 9 PM!) she says she has to order pizza first. I say it's a lot of money and time wasted, why doesn't she indulge in a bowl of cereal? Or three, if she's hungry? She demurs, insisting that she needs to have supper food, and have I REALLY eaten yet, as she scrounges for something in the near-empty fridge and pantry. Sure, I said, my roommate and I had hot dogs and mac'n'cheese... wait a minute. "We got hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, but you..." Well, "you" apparently break down laughing as you produce the hot dogs you've already pulled out for dinner and say, "... get hot dogs and mac'n'cheese?"
Curses. It's so hard to keep 'em in their place when they're mobile and verbal and no longer strapped to a high chair.
It's a lazy Friday night, and Mom is playing with the video camera while Dad is being goofy. He's feeding baby Meagan, and saying in a cutesy baby voice, "Here's some of the white goop, and here's some of the greeeen goop. We got hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, but you get goop!"
Two years ago
It's a lazy Friday night, and Dad has been busily converting our family videos to DVD. The family is gathered around the television watching the lovely goop video, teasing Dad about his sadistic ways and instituting a new family joke.
Four hours ago
My roommate and I are trying to decide what to have for dinner. Pizza is suggested and rejected as too expensive - we've already had a few luxuries this week. Okay, we'll have hot dogs and mac'n'cheese. Always a good choice.
Two hours ago
I run over to my parents' to watch Dollhouse, and dance away the extra time till showtime. When I call Meagan down (at 9 PM!) she says she has to order pizza first. I say it's a lot of money and time wasted, why doesn't she indulge in a bowl of cereal? Or three, if she's hungry? She demurs, insisting that she needs to have supper food, and have I REALLY eaten yet, as she scrounges for something in the near-empty fridge and pantry. Sure, I said, my roommate and I had hot dogs and mac'n'cheese... wait a minute. "We got hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, but you..." Well, "you" apparently break down laughing as you produce the hot dogs you've already pulled out for dinner and say, "... get hot dogs and mac'n'cheese?"
Curses. It's so hard to keep 'em in their place when they're mobile and verbal and no longer strapped to a high chair.