I came in the house last night from doing chores and a piece of paper was on the table.
It read: 300 Milein Dolrs Sid By S. (Translation 300 million dollars signed by S. (Bug))
"Hey, Bug! What's this for?"
"The Betty Book!"
The 'Betty Book' is my Betty Crocker cookbook that I have scribbled in, written extra recipes in, crossed things out or added, dribbled various foodstuffs on....a.k.a. THE Cookbook.
My children have been laying claim to MY cookbook ever since we told them that you can leave certain people certain things in your will. (We are going through an estate settlement after my Aunt and Uncle passing away.)
Now, her quick, happy response of "The Betty Book!" had me a bit worried. Was she holding MY cookbook ransom for 300 Milein Dolrs?
So, very tentatively, I asked her, "What is this for?"
Her response, accompanied by her extremely evil, movie-quality witch cackle, was, "I paid you for the Betty Book, so now it's mine. mwa ha ha!" (To make this even more funny, when she does her witch cackle, it is embellished with her hands held out and curled into gnarled witch hands.)
You know, for 300 Milein Dolrs - that book is hers!
I called my Dad to tell him that I was now RICH!!!!!! He was laughing and told me to ask Bug (6) if she could make the recipes in there.
Her reply was priceless, "Probably, if not, I'll just wing it!"
or Do Pirates Like Snow? Some of the many imponderables uttered by my children. This is going to be my record of life (because I don't scrapbook, never kept baby books, and have a horrible memory) and the things that happen as a not-so-patient stay-at-home-mom. I'm trying to deepen my faith, but hoping life doesn't cover me in mud.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
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So funny. Never a dull moment at your house. Aunt Janet
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