Hey neighbor, got a bunt pan?
The first big brawl of the evening was over boiled eggs and a bunt pan. I went into the kitchen to help the Wathen mother, Tamela, make deviled eggs. In the adjacent room were my older brother Seth, my little sister Anna and all the Wathen children (in chronological order): Michael, Jamie, Tyler, and Haley; all engaged in another grand game of poker. Whilst I was peeling eggs, Tamela began searching for a bunt pan in which to cook her Betty Crocker's Strawberry Cake. She really needed this bunt pan. Conversation went as follows:
Tammy: Cathy do you have a bunt pan?
Cathy: No. Why do you need one?
Tammy: I need it for my cake. Can I go ask your neighbor for one?
Cathy: No, Tammy, that's a bad idea. She's trying to entertain family, blah blah blah...
Tammy: (Pouts) Can't you just go ask? Say, "Howdy neighbor, got a bunt pan?"
Cathy: She's got family over there and she really freaks out over stuff like that, blah blah blah...
Tammy: (More pouting) I'll ask. I'll just say, "Hey neighbor, got a bunt pan?"
(A tornado warning comes on the TV)
Tammy: Uh oh. "Tornado warning, got a bunt pan?"
Tamela continued to pout and beg and Seth decided to steal an egg. I offer him an ugly broken one that I can't use. He takes one in good condition. I once again offer the ugly one, explaining that I need the one in his hand. He gives me a nasty smirk and I begin to get angry. I made a little scene and then he finally took the ugly egg and sat down. When he's seated Anna jumps up on the counter and exclaims, "Oh I want one!" I give her a bit of a cynical look and Cathy catches me. She yells at me for attitude and I give Anna the damn egg. Tamela is still repeating "Bunt pan?" Cathy is still yelling at me for my 'attitude' and I'm doing my best to ignore her. Then Seth decides to come up behind me and wrap his arm around my neck. Seeing as he molested me when I was younger, I don't really like him touching me. So I wig out and push him off and storm out of the kitchen. "Bunt pan?" I hear, on my way out.
Cathy keeps yelling, I have to go back in the kitchen and suffer a tirade on how I've had a chip on my shoulder all weekend (that she intends to knock off), how I have a bad attitude, and how I think I'm better than everyone else. I just roll my eyes and she offers to send me out to get a bunt pan. "Bunt pan?"
In the end Tammy got her bunt pan, Tammy made the eggs, and then we all ate dinner like nothing had happened.
After dinner, Michael asked Jamie, "What sex are you again?" to which she hesitantly replied, "Female.." "Right. Get in the kitchen." So the womenfolk (ie: Jamie and I) did the dishes and put all the food away while the 'guys' played poker and drank beer. And of course we enjoyed ourselves because, after all, what else does a woman know but to serve? Jamie and I agreed that we'd much rather wash dishes than play poker and have fun. Then Mr. James, the Wathen father, decided he wanted to watch a movie with swords and horses and armor, so now they're all watching "Radio." Perfect end to a night of insanity....
-carley
I miss B----. =/