So Sandi, as we all know, is just a bit stressed out. I can usually tell if it's a bad day when I wake up to see that the oven's been moved around and there's a bunch of cleaners sitting out and a frazzled mom is cleaning behind something. She does that quite a lot now.

As I was walking out the door to leave for work the other day I found her sorting through trash. Upon seeing me she promptly started a lecture about how aluminum cans should not be thrown away and that I should crush them and put them in the recycle bin. I was used to this and was just going about the routine of  nodding my head and agreeing when I noticed that quite a few cans contained the Pepsi logo. "PEPSI! No, those aren't MY cans!" Good lord, what does the woman think I am! I am a Diet Coke drinker! I would not stand for it!

Turns out it was Vick's trash from bringing the boys out from California that weekend. Hmm...he should know better by now, methinks.

I do try to alleviate her stress though, she worries about everyone and her constant stress has been my dad. I called him last night to see how he was holding up and this is what I got;

Me: So how are you doing? Are you eating right?

Dad: Hell NO! I have no wife to cook for me!

Me: You're pathetic, what have you been eating?

Dad: Tonight I had TGIFriday's Chicken Wings and salad and coleslaw.

(I didn't want to raise the debate that salad and coleslaw are virtually the same thing but in different forms as it's good that he's eating a double dose of salad rather than other things.)

Me: Well, that's better than the KFC that I heard about...

Dad: I HAD to eat the KFC, I was CONSTIPATED!!

Me(while smacking forehead): You could have had a prune.


I love my parents.