So....I come home from the gym, starving, and ready to make dinner....basically a repeat of last night, hotdogs loaded with ketchup, relish and sauerkraut, and baked beans.
I love in the fridge and then call to Mom - "Mom, where's my sauerkraut?"
"Um....I think your dad ate it?"
"Ate it? You mean as a meal? Why, why, why would he do that?"
So I call him.
"Dad, where's the sauerkraut?"
"Um....I ate it for lunch."
"All by itself?"
"Yes"
I held the phone away from my ear (so as not to deafen poor Daddy) and shouted, "HOW CAN YOU BE SO WEIRD?!?!?!"
He said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were saving it."
"Well why else would I have put it in the fridge. If I wasn't saving it I would have thrown it out."
"Well, sometimes people save things because they feel guilty about throwing them out."
"IT WAS A FIFTY CENT CAN OF PICKLED CABBAGE!!!"
"Really, I thought it was just regular sauerkraut?"
"Dad, sauerkraut IS cabbage"
"Oh...well, you can take something of mine." (This is quite a concession, bcs Dad is normally very protective of his foodstuffs...unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough)
"What am I going to do", I scoffed, "put your cajun cheese dip on my hotdogs?"
I paused, then added, "I'm SO not paying you back for the stamps I took this morning"
"How many stamps did you take?"
"Three."
"But Vicki, that's a dollars worth,and it was only a fifty cent can of sauerkraut"
"FINE!!! I'll buy you a can of sauerkraut to make up for the other fifty cents!!!!"
I love my dad....he's a source of neverending amusement.
