I had potato soup for lunch.

While that alone really isn't THAT blog-worthy, it reminded me of something that happened to me as a little kid. I was probably three at the time? I remember sitting in the kitchen at the table with my dad, refusing to eat the potato soup in front of me. It had big ol' chunks of potato, I remember them being too big, and I couldn't eat the soup.


I could hear Lawrence Welk playing on the TV in the living room, and I desperately wanted to go in and watch the dancers. The Muppets would come on after, I believe, and as I was sitting there protesting the potato soup, I was made to then listen to the Muppets and couldn't enjoy that show either.


My mother has a picture somewhere of my father sternly looking at me and me refusing - no, actually full on BAWLING - because I didn't want to eat the potato soup. By then, it was really, really cold, and when I actually did choke that crap down, I was gagging. (I have a similar memory about a picnic and creamed corn that had gotten cold. Who the hell serves hot creamed corn for a picnic?? Right, my mom.)


Good times.

Last night before bed, my son had pirated these bad boys from the kitchen ....



... and he was wielding them around, snapping at whatever he could. We were laying in bed (Dad, Mom, The Bug who is almost 3 yrs, egad), when the following conversation transpired:


Me: What should we do with those tongs, Bug?

Bug: Get Daddy's nip-puls (nipples)!!!

(Cue Daddy jumping up and running away)

Speaking of The Bug, he has a raging ear infection and a wee bit of a temp. At the moment, he is a slug in the chair, watching 'toons and having cups of milk. When the Motrin kicks in, though, this kid will be wired for sound.

And if y'all hadn't heard by now, my buddy Howard has been interviewed over at Best Gay Blogs and did a pretty neat interview. And if you haven't read Howard by now, shame on you. Make like a bakery truck and get yer BUNS over there!!

Random Comment Of The Day: "You know, you really aren't that nice when you haven't slept." - HotDoctorHusband to HotDoctorWife after she got roughly three hours of sleep, for the second night in a row, and he got more then eight. Just sayin' is all.

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