Friday, January 24, 2020

Poopovers are the New Crap Pockets: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 5 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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I talk a lot about the fact that I love Oxygen and ID shows, they feature true murder mysteries, and when I'm angry with my family, I tell them I'm doing research on how not to get caught if you murder someone.

I was watching the other day and noticed that when talking about victims, they almost always say that he or she was "horribly" murdered, and when the perpetrator is a drug user, they almost always say that he or she got "badly" into drugs. 

Is it necessary to categorize that way? I mean does any victim ever get magnificently murdered? Or does any addict ever get wonderfully into drugs?

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Since PurDude is so far away and calls infrequently, mostly when something's wrong, I will send him a quick text or PM pretty often as a quick and easy way to stay in touch.

But, as I learned while he was in college, I'm a woman of many thoughts and he's a man of few words. So our conversations frequently go something like this:

Me: Is it still snowing? You were expecting up to 16 inches, did you get that much? Did you drive in to work and if so, how are the roads? Or are you working from home?
PurDude: Yeah.

Which question was he answering? Your guess is as good as mine. Truth is, the only way to get all the information I want out of him requires me to ask just one question, wait for his response, then ask just one more, wait for his response . . . I could die of old age before we finish one conversation.

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Me: I hate to say this, but there's a $300 discrepancy between what the checkbook says and what our online bank account shows. 
Hubs: In our favor?
Me (rolling my eyes): Would I hate to say it if it were in our favor? I'd be at the store spending it.

Hubs: Not in our favor? That's bad. That's a lot of money.
Me: I'm going to go through the checkbook but one of us made a mistake somewhere in there.
Hubs: It must have been you. I don't remember making a $300 mistake.
Me: Ummm, I'm gonna assume that if you knew you made it, you'd have corrected it. Right?
Hubs: Well, yeah.

This is the kind of thing I live with, folks.

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Seems in my old age I make a whole lot of typing mistakes. I talk about them in my Fly on the Wall posts pretty often. I swear I check my spelling before sending texts, PMs and emails, but lately I only seem to find them after the message is sent.

And this latest one is a doozie.

Let me just say that sometimes there's a bigger difference between an "L" and an "I" than you'd imagine.

My friend had sent me an email with some info for an upcoming blog post. She didn't send me the title, though, and I needed that.

What was the email I sent? 

"All set to go, just need your titie."


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To this day I still laugh at something that happened just a few months after I'd started blogging. I was sharing a recipe for my Crab Pockets when a friend pointed out that I probably didn't want to promote them as Crap Pockets. Yeah, I'd misspelled it in the worst way possible. 

This week I was trying to entice College Boy to come for dinner. He loves my Popovers so I told him I was making them, sure he'd be on his way. Imagine my surprise when he texted back:

College Boy: I'll pass.
Me: Really? Why?
College Boy: I don't like the sound of that.
Me: What?
College Boy: You said you were making Poopovers.

Yeah, I did it again. Turns out, if I swore to make Popovers instead of Poopovers he was willing to come to dinner after all. Although I did notice he waited for me to take the first bite.

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Ratatouille Wraps

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Hubs: I'm off on Martin Luther King day.
Me: Yeah, I figured.
Hubs: I figured you'd figure.
Me: Then why did you tell me?
Hubs: In case you didn't figure.

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It was about 5:00 pm and Hubs and College Boy had been out together looking at cars when I got a text.

Hubs: On our way home.
Me: Are you anywhere near a Popeye's?
Hubs: No.
Me: I'll have one of their chicken sandwiches.
Hubs: Guess I better find a Popeye's.
Me: Good idea.

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Me: I'm furious.
Hubs: What happened?
Me: I was buying some alcohol at Walmart and the guy carded me.
Hubs (laughing): I'd think you'd be happy about that.
Me: When I showed him my ID, he read my date of birth.
Hubs: So?

Hubs: Oh. Am I gonna end up needing bail money for you?
Me: Possibly.

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Me: I'm freezing.
Hubs: Put on a sweatshirt.
Me: Why should I have to wear a sweatshirt in my own home?
Hubs: Then turn up the heat.

Hubs walks away and comes back a short time later. I'm in the kitchen. I'm not wearing a sweatshirt and the heat is not turned up. But there's a bottle of Patron, shot glass, salt shaker, and slice of lime in front of me.

Hubs: What ya doing?
Me: Warming up from the inside.
Hubs: I guess that would be another way to go.

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I'm one of those people who turns off the light when I leave the room. It just drives me crazy to waste anything, water, electricity, whatever.

I came down from taking a shower and the TV in the den was on with no one watching. College Boy was in the shower in the basement. I confronted him immediately when he came upstairs.

Me: You left the TV on while you were in the shower.
College Boy: No I didn't.
Me: Well I came downstairs and it was on.
College Boy: I wasn't watching it.
Me: It didn't turn itself on.
College Boy: No, you turned it on. You were were watching it while drinking your coffee.
Me: Me?
College Boy: Yes, you.
Me: OK, sorry, forget it.
College Boy: Not a chance, Mom, not a chance.

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

Never Ever Give Up Hope  
Menopausal Mother 
Spatulas on Parade 
Medicated Musings 

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Ratatouille Wraps

3 slices eggplant
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped green pepper  
3/4 cup grape tomatoes, quartered
1/2 cup chopped mushrooms
1/2 cup chopped zucchini
3 cloves garlic, minced   
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1/2 tsp dried basil
1/4 tsp dried tarragon
3 tortillas
6 slices provolone cheese

*Peel the eggplant. Lightly salt both sides and allow to sweat onto paper towels for 10 minutes. Blot and chop.
*Spray a saute pan with non-stick spray. Heat to medium, then add the onion, green pepper and cherry tomatoes. Cook, stirring now and then until they soften, about 8 minutes. 
*Add the eggplant, mushrooms, zucchini and garlic, then sprinkle on the salt, pepper, basil and tarragon. Continue to cook, stirring now and then for another 5 - 7 minutes or until all of the vegetables are completely soft. Remove from heat.
*Place 2 slices of provolone cheese onto each of the tortillas. One at a time, place in the microwave for 20 seconds each. Put 1/3 of the vegetables into the center of each tortilla and roll up. Serve warm.


  1. Next time, remind me to put down the coffee before I read about your misspellings! Bwa ha ha.

  2. Oh how I relate in so many ways. LOL but the poopovers and titie OMGOSH I was laughing so hard!!
    IF I hear from the boys, it's when something is wrong, they need something or it's late at night on a holiday. I have also learned. Ask one question at a time and wait, and wait and wait, then ask another. Oy!
    Dawn aka SpatulasOnParade

  3. Laughing over the "tite" comment. Hey, I love those murder shows, too. Right now we are binging Criminal Minds. Soooo good. But that also doesn't help me sleep well....

    1. Yeah, they're not exactly the kinds of shows that promote sleep, but I do love them anyway.

  4. All murders are horrible, they need another adjective to make their scene. All illegal drug use is bad, again a better adjective
    Texting someone often is that more or less than fairly often or quite often or pretty often. Is pretty often better looking. Sorry, I’m being mean this morning.
    Did your autocorrect keep changing poopovers to popovers. I don’t think they will be better than crap pots.
    You saved the best for last, I don’t think he will forget either.

    1. Ha, you're in rare form this morning.
      And no, autocorrect only works against me, never for me.

  5. Changed poopover three time before I finally figured out how to whip it in to line. Of course the next time I want to type and do not know the spelling, it will say no replacement found.

  6. And just the other day a co worker got a bouquet. I saw this really "poofy" unusual flower and commented on it except it came out "poopy". Luckily there isn't SpeechCheck for us. Now, if I wrote that in a blog, no one would laugh. On the other hand...I laughed almost all the way through this post. Alana

  7. Listen, if you wanted to see that, I could have just showed it. Lol how were the poopovers?

    1. LOL, you kill me.
      No one tried any poopovers, but the popovers were delish.

  8. Kids! You have to drag the information out of them. Hahahaha! CrapPockets and Poopovers. Sounds like my ten-year-old’s best lunch ever! Yeah. If your child knows you’ve made a mistake, you can pretty much guarantee it’ll NEVER be forgotten. Ever! So figure on, “Once Mom left the TV on...” to be the opening line to your great-grandchildren!

    1. Yeah, I'm never going to live this one down, that's pretty much a given.

  9. Your conversations have an oddly familiar ring to them. Only yours are funnier.

  10. HA! I almost didn't read your post based on the title, but once I did it made sense.

  11. Decades ago.....I learned that you only ask a man one question at a time. My husband told me years ago that men answer the first question only. I automatically hand them my ID at Walmart now. Ridiculous, but their new policy. The first time I was carded I asked them if I get a senior discount. The girl looked at me, rolled her eyes and didn't respond.

    1. Thank you for this insight, now I know which question he was answering. Now I know it's always been the first one.

  12. Oh, I love a good murder mystery as well. It's all football player Hernandez right now, not sure how I feel about that whole story.

    1. I hate the way all the channels carry the same story at the same time over and over again, they do that often with the better known ones. As a Patriots fan and a football fan, I'm heartbroken at what happened in the Hernandez story but I really hope it makes football take a look at the harm being done by inadequate safety in the game.


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