Dinner with the kids

tattoed-couple

Handwritten page of a diary dated July 29, 2009

… Paulie wanted us to pray before the meal, but in the end I think he was the only one with his head down. I guess it was kind of sweet of him to stand up with my gigantic daughter, who can barely even fit behind the table any more. Bobby was ignoring the praying and eating already and I used that chance to get a look at Paulie’s 10 millionth tattoo, not that Jeannie isn’t trying to catch up by getting a few tattoos of her own) (oh, and I barely recognized her when she answered the door because her hair is now jet black). Well, what can I do? As long as they keep inviting me to eat with them, I’ll go. Even though the kitchen is getting more purple every time I go.

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The brown meal

chocolate cake with cherries

Handwritten page of a diary dated September 30, 1989

… found out dad was going to be gone for 24 entire hours. And since he’s the biggest nutrition police, I talked Mom into letting me plan the supper for that night.

The theme I told her was ALL BROWN AND ONLY BROWN. I wanted steak, Pepsi and chocolate cake. She said she had one objection and I was afraid she was going to say “There are no brown vegetables” but instead she just pointed out that steak is kind of expensive so I agreed to shake a lot of quarters out of my piggy bank.

I helped her make the cake earlier in the afternoon but when I came to supper, there was something weird on top of the frosting. I said what is that? and she said cherries and I said “That’s not BROWN” and I was so mad I flicked one of the cherries off the cake and it landed on the wallpaper. Woops. But she didn’t go ape on me like Dad would’ve. She just made me clean the wall and “carefully” put the rest of the cherries in a little bowl “for later.” And she made me go up and search through her Van Morrison records because she wanted to hear “Brown Eyed Girl.”

I think she enjoyed that meal about as much as I did, so I said “if you want a more nutritious lunch tomorrow, we could have ALL ORANGE AND ONLY ORANGE.” She said “I’m afraid to ask what that menu would be.” So I told her: Cheetos and carrot sticks and orange juice, and the song would be “Orange Crush” by REM.

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