If you love me, don't EVER ask
WHAT'S FOR DINNER??
Gaaaah! I hate that question.
posted by eclectic @ 6:05 PM
30 comments
eclectic
Maybe I'm eclectic, or maybe it's just a short attention span...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Gaaaah! I hate that question.
30 Comments:
OH MY GOD I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!
What's for supper then?
I'm very lucky in that I'm usually the asker of said question, and not the answerer. Thank God, because I'm terrible at making that decision.
Okay....I love you.....so I'll NEVER ask.;)
Angie
Ok. But, what *are* you having?
Kat: Seriously. Makes me crazy.
Bloggy: Dude, it's so good that you live far away because I'd have to pummel you for that if I could reach you.
Shawkey: Are you telling me that in addition to being funny, hot, and wonderful, JP also makes dinner??
Angie: Thank you!!! Of course, "What are we drinking?" is perfectly acceptable. ;)
Zuhn: Taco casserole, since you asked. And I don't want to hear anything about how you hate it; and no, you can't have peanut butter and jelly instead. You're welcome to simply sit at the table if you don't want to eat, but THAT's what we're having. ;)
I HEAR YOU ON THIS ONE HONEY! AGGGHHH!
Mom? Is that you?
I eat pretty much everything so when I used to ask, it was only because I wanted to be ready to gorge myself :)
Nuke something that's frozen, that'll teach 'em.
LOL, about your comments to Zuhn, I remember saying that all the time when the kids were young. :)
Just remember someday you won't hear their protest about what you are fixing. Someday trust me you will miss it.
All that aside, I hate thinking about what to fix for dinner.
I love you so I won't ask you "what's for dinner?"
My mom used to hear the question 9 times, every day. Each of her kids would ask at some point. One could usually tell what number asker they were for the day by which tone my mom answered back. if she yelled you were somewhere around #6.
:P
*ducks behind sofa*
I could go on about a few one-liners from this family tree...
Q: "What did you do all day?"
A: "I was Watching soaps and eating bon-bons, you ass! What do you think I was doing while you were at your 'job'?!"
:::crickets:::
-Paraphrased from my childhood; this one filed under "Daddy tries to be funny and fails miserably."
El Sombrero is always the answer to that question.
Traci: Maybe we should form a support group. Oh, right, we already did -- it's called blogging!! ;)
Zuhn: Yeah, but did you eat pretty much everything when you were 10? And if so, how can I clone you?
Lynn: Bleh -- that's diabolical. I like it!
Nina: You always bring my feet back down to rest softly on terra firma, my friend. Thank you. But I'm holding you to it -- if I don't miss it someday I'm going to be very disappointed!!
JDR: I know! And just wait till JellyBean joins the chorus.
Bill: Your mother deserves to be canonized. From henceforth, I shall refer to her as Saint MomO'Nine.
Bloggy: One of these days, Alice, to the moon!!
Mo/Dis: You mean, she wasn't watching soaps and eating bon-bons? She lied???? ;)
Heather Anne: And THAT is why I love you. I'm SOOO gonna use that tonight!!
What is it about a woman that allows people to ask her what's for dinner? Who knows!!! You figure it out for once!!! You are just as capable as I am!
Taco casserole? Really? How does one make said taco casserole? Don't the shells get all soft?
Please educate a poor gal...
Yup. I used to be asked to clear the table with my stomach :)
You'd think that being single and childless I would not be able to relate to this post. However, I can TOTALLY relate because when it is that magical dinner hour my cat will purr and smooch and climb all over me while poking me in the face with her paw. It drives me nuts.
"What's for dinner?"
"Cold pizza and warm beer. I ain't cookin."
I can't remember the movie that's from, but it's a great answer.
Especially if your kids like beer.
Alice is going to moon me after she tells me what's for dinner!? Well alllllllllllllriiiiiiiiight!!
Hemmie: OK, taco casserole is basically Fritos sprinkled on the bottom of a 9x13 dish, covered with your favorite chili, sprinkled with shredded cheese, layer everything one more time and bake at 350F for 25 minutes. Then, remove from oven and serve with sides of shredded lettuce, tomatoes, sour cream, salsa, shredded cheese and whatever else you like, onions, avocados, olives, etc., layered on top.
Zuhn: And my cloning instructions are where?
Rick: Y'know, you might be onto something there. If the question were put to me in those terms, I might very well like it better.
Kranki: Atta girl, Yoshi! Keep mama on her toes. ;)
Limpy: How did you guess?
Bloggy: Yeah, uh, that's what I meant.
i used to ask my mom that a lot when i was little. apparantly she hated that question too cause she would just say "food" everytime. you would think i'd get the point after a while :)
Ask the asker what he/she is going to make. It won't get you very far but could lead to some comical moments.
I hate that question, too—and I live alone (except for the cat) so I must come up with an answer after I ask the question.
Dawn: I'll often say something off the wall, but never thought to simply go generic. Your mom's smart!
Squirl: Funny you say that. Last week I let the 10 year old decide and make what was for dinner. He did a pretty good job. But y'know, he hasn't asked the question since.
SSNick: Yeah, but I bet at least you don't complain about whatever answer you give yourself...! ;)
Hey Shari! What's for DESSERT?! :)
(and why is the answer always followed by the response "But I don't want that!"?)
I don't mind em asking it's the reaction to the answer that kills me everytime. Unless I say, "McDonalds!" or "Pizza!" I basically get a "Aw MOM!"
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