Miss You More: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 3 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.

Me: Do you want to have dinner with us tomorrow night? I'm making Red Curry Chicken and Snap Peas.
College Boy: I'm not sure, I'll let you know.
Me: OK, I'm going to curl up in a throw on the couch, I'm so cold.
College Boy: You're so old?
Me: I said cold. Now you have to have dinner with us.
College Boy: Why?
Me: I need something to put your arsenic in.

College Boy (walking over to where I'm watching TV): MOM! Are you watching a Hallmark movie? You really are old.
Me: It's a Hallmark mystery, not a love story.
College Boy: {{laughs}}
Me: And it takes place back home, on Martha's Vineyard.
College Boy: {{rolls his eyes and laughs}}
Me: It was created by one of my favorite authors, I read all of his books. He died years ago.
College Boy (laughing): You know you're still watching a Hallmark movie, right?

Me: It doesn't matter but I'm curious. Why did you leave your dirty breakfast dishes in the sink? You always put them in the dishwasher. 
Hubs: I forgot.
Me: Forgot?      
Hubs: I got distracted. Look, I'm old, I forget stuff.
Me: Well that's an improvement.
Hubs: What is?
Me: You calling you old instead of College Boy calling me old.
Hubs: See what just happened?
Me: What?
Hubs: We were talking about the dishes and you got distracted . . . 
Me: Are you calling me old?
Hubs: About those dishes . . .

 

My mom has sung "happy birthday" to me on my birthday every year of my life. I'm less enthusiastic about birthdays these days as that age number gets higher and higher.

This year, as usual, she called on my birthday and sang to me.

Me: Thank you.

Mom: Happy birthday.

Me: You know, some things get better with age.
Mom: Yeah.
Me: But your singing voice isn't one of them.

Fortunately, mom can take a joke. ❤ you, Mom.

My boys have some kind of tire jinx. It started when PurDude was out with Hubs learning to drive and got a flat. When he took over the BMW from me, he got at least 1 flat during his high school years and at least 3 while in college.

College Boy bought a new car last January. In this first week he got a flat. Just a few weeks ago, Hubs came into the kitchen where I was on my laptop.
 

Hubs: What are you doing so intently?   

Me: Researching tires. 

Hubs: Oh no, which kid this time?
Me: College Boy again.
Hubs: You're looking for the best price for him?
Me: No.

Hubs: No? Then what are you doing?
Me: Trying to find out whether we can buy stock in a tire company.

 

Orange Spice Cookies (make ahead, slice and bake)

 

It had been raining for days, dark and cold and gloomy and miserable. I'd had enough. But I got a good laugh when a tease for upcoming the local news came on, featuring the weatherman. I guess he was trying to be positive but . . .

 

Weatherman: More rain for the next few days, but there's sun in the forecast, when it comes.

 

So the sun will be back when it gets here? Wonder what that guy makes for a living, 'cause I definitely could have predicted that.

 

And now I can't stop singing "here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo . . ."

 

When I cook on the grill, after I'm done I call to Hubs, who comes and cleans it.

 

Me (calling down to the man-cave): Do you want to get the grill?

 

I went back to the kitchen and waited and waited and waited. He didn't seem to be coming and that's not like him. I walk back towards the stairs and I see him coming in the front door.

 

Me: Where did you go?
Hubs: You asked me to get the mail.

Me: No, I asked you to get the grill.

Hubs: You didn't ask me to get the mail?
Me: Only if it's on the grill.

 

 

We had been trying for a month to replace our fridge. If you follow my Baking In A Tornado facebook page, you may have laughed at my poem about ongoing appliance woes.

 

After the store where we had placed an order put us off twice, I found the one we wanted in a different store. Hubs went in and placed an order. When he got home, we were talking about whether he was able to social distance in the store.

 

Hubs: Yes. Actually usually when you walk into a department, every sales person there is hitting on you in the first minute.

Me: Well, they aren't actually hitting on you.
Hubs (turning red and sputtering): Well, ah, they weren't, ah, hitting on me, ah, you know.

 

Honestly, life would be so much less amusing if he had a sense of humor. Maybe sarcasm isn't dead after all.

 

College Boy: I'm working a 12 hour day today. Try not to miss me too much.

Me: That'll be hard, you know I like you best when you're not here.

 

I often write about my miscommunications in these monthly posts. Many times, in my defense, the unfortunate error can be blamed on autocorrect. Not this one, though.

I was creating a pinterst pin for a recipe I called Baked Garlic Shrimp (no butter). I created the pin with care, uploaded a picture, added the title, description and a link to the blog post. I published the pin, then went to view it in order to get the link. And there it was, a pin for Baked Garlic Shrimp (no bitter). 

 

Because every recipe developer wants to be sure to advertise that their creations aren't bitter, right? 

 

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

Never Ever Give Up Hope  
Menopausal Mother 

Orange Spice Cookies

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
3 TBSP canola oil

1/2 stick butter, softened

2 TBSP orange juice

3 TBSP orange marmalade

1 cup brown sugar

1 egg

3 cups flour

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp baking soda

1 12 tsp cinnamon

1 1/4 tsp ginger

1/4 tsp ground cloves

1/3 cup colored sprinkles

Directions:

*Beat the canola oil, butter, orange juice, orange marmalade, brown sugar and egg.

*Mix in the flour, salt, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger and ground cloves.

*Spray a piece of plastic wrap with nonstick spray. Wrap the dough in the plastic wrap and refrigerate for an hour.

*Place the sprinkles on another piece of plastic wrap about 14 inches long and set aside.

*Remove the dough from the plastic wrap, roll into a log about 12 inches long, then roll in the sprinkles on the second piece of plastic wrap. Close the dough log into the wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour and up to a few days.

*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Place parchment paper on cookie sheets.

*Slice the dough log (either round or on the bias for longer cookies) into about 30 cookies approximately 1/3 inch wide. Bake for 10 - 12 minutes. Cool on the baking sheets for 3 minutes before removing to cool completely.