Not only was my mom known for her love of slaw, but around here she was known for leaving a trail. A trail of paper towels wherever she went. Almost like a trail of breadcrumbs through the forest. You could track her route by the crumpled paper towels. Technically, they were HALF paper towels. A half of an already-half called Select-A-Size.
Sometimes Mom used those paper towels to wick away her "glow." Or as most people would call it, SWEAT. Like when she didn't turn on her air conditioning until August. She liked to save money like that. Sometimes she used her half of a half paper towel for dabbing at her nose, which liked to run when she sat down to eat.
Anyhoo... I used to tease her about leaving a trail, and she would backtrack and pick up her paper towels, once it was brought to her attention. It was just something she didn't think about.
THE PONY IS TURNING INTO HIS GRANDMA!
The Pony doesn't leave paper towels lying about all willy-nilly. He leaves paper plates!
Tuesday morning, The Pony came out to meet us for a ride to the casino. While we were gathering up our stuff, he helped himself to the last cookie on the cutting block. To be fair, The Pony is the one who baked the cookies, and brought them for dessert at Christmas Dinner. So he was entitled to eat the last one. What he WASN'T entitled to was LEAVING THE PAPER PLATE ON THE CUTTING BLOCK!
Who does that? Eats the last cookie off a plate, and leaves the plate right there, rather than turning and dropping it into the wastebasket less than two feet away!
But wait! That's not all! When we returned from the casino, The Pony came in to get some of his stuff he left on Christmas Day. Some Oberle Sausage and cheese that he'd brought, which we didn't have time to cut open, due to being full from the other food. A person on his route gave it to him. We put it in FRIG 2 unopened, to await its eventual reunion with The Pony.
The Pony added the sticks of sausage and cheese to the bag he was preparing, already containing some cheesecake and the box of crackers he'd brought. LEAVING THE PAPER PLATE IN FRIG 2 THAT HAD JUST HELD THE SAUSAGE AND CHEESE STICKS!
Of course I threw both paper plates away. I wish I had taken pictures, and sent them to The Pony, asking if he could tell what was amiss...
4 comments:
Sounds just like some children I know that are now adults but used to live with me, except they never left empty plates in the fridge, they would take the plate with food and eat it elsewhere then leave the plate at that spot. Forever.
"Who does that?" Men and children. THey eat all but a handful of crumbs and put the box or bag of cokkies/crackers back into the pantry. They drink all but an ouce of beverage and put the container back into the fridge. My mom would leave a trail of dish towels in her wake. AS she got older one could not be sure what she used them for. I saw her stuff one in her pants when she was coughing and losing control of her bladder! I told me sister and we never gathered them up again. Daddy did, though. He did all the laundry and she complained about the way he folded it. She cooked, he cleaned. Then she complained about the way he did that! Happy wife, happy life does not apply!!
River,
Heh, heh. They know we will tolerate it. I will give The Pony a pass this time, because he was very helpful in clearing up the Christmas Dinner foods and putting them back in FRIG II.
Kathy,
OH NO! Now I will never think of a dish towel in the same way! And woe is Farmer H if I ever hide any treats under a dish towel on the kitchen counter!!!
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