Friday, April 20, 2018

Bourbon Enhanced Taxes and Loud Silence: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 4 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

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College Boy went to a friend's house. The friend who drove him there had to go to work and left early. Right when Hubs was getting out at work, College Boy texted him:

College Boy: Can you pick me up at my friend's house and give me a ride home?
Response: I guess so, but it'll take me 10 hours to get there.

Oops, he had texted his brother at school instead of his dad. And I'm still giggling at PurDude's response.

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We were watching TV and a commercial came on for the McDonalds $1, $2, $3 menu options. They were putting items together to suggest different meal pairings and giving them little names. Like there was the "I forgot to set my alarm clock" pairing that included an iced coffee drink and breakfast sandwich. And then . . . 

Me: What the hell is an "I'm not a horny person" meal?
Hubs (rolling his eyes): Morning. 
Me: Huh?
Hubs: Morning person. They said it's an "I'm not a morning person" meal.
Me: Oh. OK. Never mind.

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Hubs was doing our taxes on a Sunday afternoon while I was in the kitchen trying out a new recipe. When the recipe was done and I needed a taste tester, I asked if he wanted to come try my new muffin recipe.

He did, and he liked them.

Me: Now that you've had my Apple Bourbon Bacon Muffins, maybe you better not finish the taxes. You don't want to do them drunk.
Hubs: Maybe they'll come out better.

Hmmm, hadn't thought of that. 

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Me: I'm getting old.
Hubs: Yeah, me too.
Me: Me too? You say "me too"? How about saying "no you're not, you're young and beautiful and . . ."
Hubs: See, I told you I was getting old, I forgot to say all that stuff.

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Me: I'm studying politicians, I'm going to learn politics-speak.
Hubs: Politics-speak?
Me: Yeah, when someone asks a question, you ignore it and just say whatever you feel like saying.
Hubs: Oh, you know we have all had that mastered.
Me: Huh?
Hubs: Remember the toddler years?
Me (laughing): Ahhh, so now we can see into the future, the kids who never outgrow toddler-speak are our politicians. 

Brownie Butterfingers Pie, a dressed up option to brownie squares. Walnut crust, brownie filling with bits of butterfingers, this pie is perfect for company | Recipe developed by | #recipe #chocolate #dessert
Brownie Butterfingers Pie
Brownie Butterfingers Pie, a dressed up option to brownie squares. Walnut crust, brownie filling with bits of butterfingers, this pie is perfect for company | Recipe developed by | #recipe #chocolate #dessert

This past year PurDude has lived in a house with two friends. Just last week we had this text conversation:

PurDude: You're welcome.
Me: Huh?
PurDude: We have an unfinished basement at our house.
Me: Okaaayyyy. You've been living there for 10 months and you've suddenly decided to tell me this now?
PurDude: We just had a tornado warning.
Me: Did you get somewhere safe?
PurDude: See my second text above.
Me: Oh, OK, thanks for letting me know.
PurDude: See my first text above.

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Hubs: How do you use this new dishwasher?
Me: Over towards the left, push "express wash" then over towards the right, press "start".
Hubs (who's not wearing his reading glasses): So I press this one (points to "express wash") then the last one.
Me (looking over): No, not the last one.
Hubs: Why, what's that?
Me: "Cancel".
Hubs: Oh, that probably won't work out well.
Me: Only if you want to eat off of clean dishes. Otherwise, go for it.

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Me: I'm a little worried about my reputation.
Hubs: What are you talking about?
Me: Well, FB always tailors its ads pretty accurately, creepily really, to what's going on in my life.
Hubs: I know, you've complained about that before, when we were looking at cars you'd get car ads, when we were buying a new washer, you'd get washing machine ads.
Me: Exactly.
Hubs: So what's the problem?
Me: All the ads I'm getting now seem to be for opiod treatment programs.
Hubs: Oh. That's not good.

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Whenever one or the other or both of the boys are home, invariably when I go up to bed, something is playing way too loud in their room(s). It can be music, a movie, whatever they're listening to it's at a level where I can't hear the television or follow the plot of a book in my own room. I always have to yell to them to turn it down. Always.

I was on my way to bed one night, climbed the stairs and just as I hit the top:

Me (yelling): TOO LOUD!
Hubs (walking up behind me and laughing): You do realize there's no one home, right?
Me: Sorry, habit . . .

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Hubs comes down on Saturday morning and looks at the window at the pouring rain.

Hubs: I blame you.
Me: Me?
Hubs (pointing to the rain): Planning to cook dinner on the grill, I see. 

And dammit, he's right.

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

Menopausal Mother 
Never Ever Give Up Hope
Spatulas on Parade

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Brownie Butterfingers Pie

1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts
3 TBSP sugar
2 1/2 TBSP butter, melted
1 stick butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup flour
3/4 cup melted chocolate chips
1/3 cup butterfingers baking chips

OPT: ice cream for serving

*Grease a 10 inch pie plate. Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
*Pulse the walnuts and sugar in a food processor. Add the butter and process until it starts to stick together. Press into and partially up the pie plate. Refrigerate.
*Cream the butter and sugar. Beat in the eggs, one at a time. Beat in the salt, flour and melted chocolate. Mix in the butterfingers baking chips.
*Spread evenly into the crust. Bake for 40 minutes. Cool completely. Refrigerate.
*OPT: Serve with ice cream.


  1. Oh Karen, I needed the giggles. This brings back similar memories! Thanks a bunch. Reisa

  2. That McDonald's comment...O.M.G. Dying! The pie recipe looks delish. Last week I made your creamy chicken casserole recipe---SOOOO GOOD. Hubs ate two helpings and then leftovers the next day! I will be making it again and again.

    1. I am so glad you tried and liked the casserole. Now I KNOW you like Butterfingers, so try this recipe next!

  3. Hey - we are all getting old but we are NOT old. And you are still young! Maybe when you are old you won't hear the TV when it is on loud :)

  4. Love Purdue's text. That sounds like my smart ass son too! Also, I want to grill steaks tomorrow please tell me you don't live close to SC?!?

  5. April is National Humor Month, I read aloud your giggles to my husband, you made us laugh, Karen! Your Brownie Butterfingers Pie sounds so good!!

    1. I love that you read this post to your husband, and that you both laughed.

  6. I'm going to weigh 500 lbs and it's because I make and eat all this yummy stuff you come up with........

  7. Oh darn, te day I go back on Weight Watchers. Maybe, instead, I could try a "I'm not a horny person" sandwich. Would like to see that recipe. Is it point free? Alana

  8. Haha too gud,Karen. I'm still giggling. The "getting old, horny, and the Purdude's amd Too Loud" comments were the most are so talented the way you capture the humor from every day lives. Thank you for making us smile and laugh every time:)

    1. Life gets crazy, sometimes you gotta just laugh at it.


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