Friday, July 22, 2022

The Bug, Key Correlation: Fly on the Wall

 

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 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.







It was just a few weeks ago, Friday July 1st, the start of the long weekend, when Hubs came up from the basement.
 
Hubs: College Boy is heading over here from work. They told him he could leave at 4:00.
Me: That's great, I'm sure he's thrilled.
Hubs: Well, it wasn't just him, they told everyone to leave at 4:00.
Me (yes, rolling my eyes): Good thing you clarified that.
Duh.
 

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College Boy opens the front door, hears me yelling and calls out to me:

College Boy: Hey, Mom, you watching the Red Sox again?
Me: No, I'm yelling at your dad, if you must know.


Wonder why he didn't stay for dinner. . .


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Speaking of the Sox, Hubs and I were watching a game last week. The best pitcher who, due to injuries, was only pitching in his second game was on the mound. He pitched, the batter hit the ball, and the ball hit the pitcher, going 106 mph hitting the pitcher's finger.

The announcers were, of course, announcing, when I burst out laughing.

Hubs (angrily): What are you laughing at? That isn't funny at all.
Me: The announcers.
Hubs: What? The announcers are explaining that we're losing our best pitcher. Again. 
Me: I know, but . . .
Hubs: And he's hurt, did you see how hard he got hit?
Me: Yes, but did you hear what the announcers called the injury?
Hubs: No, what did they say?
Me: They said his misplaced his finger.
Hubs: And he did.
Me: It may be broken, it may be dislocated, it may be displaced, but I'm pretty sure that guy's finger has not been misplaced.


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Later on, during the same game:

Announcer: Our update on the Red Sox pitcher is that he has a fractured finger.
Hubs: Oh, good.
Me: Good? He has a fractured finger.
Hubs: Better than if it were broken.
Me (looking at him, eyes as big as saucers): {{blink, blink}}


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I'm sitting in the den, working on my laptop, when the air conditioning comes on and I hear a clicking noise. It seems to be coming from a floor vent.

Hubs comes down and is going to go to work when I tell him about the noise. He goes over to look:

Hubs: Oh, yeah, I hear it. Looks like there's a bug in there.
Me: A bug??
Hubs: Yeah, that's what it looks like.
Me: How will you get it out?
Hubs: I'll have to look at it tonight, see if I can get this grate out of the floor.

OK, I can see where this is going, and I don't like it. I'm not sitting here all day knowing there's a bug in the grate in the floor. So I sneak over to the laundry room, grab his car keys, and sit back down. He stands up from examining the grate, walks over, grabs his briefcase and goes to find his keys.

Hubs: I can't find the car keys. I wonder what I did with them.
Me (standing up and walking over to the grate): Oh, I think they're down in the grate . . .

Hubs isn't one for taking hints, but he did figure out what it was going to take for him to be able to go to work.

And as soon as he got the bug out? His keys miraculously appeared on the key holder in the laundry room.

Apparently there's some kind of correlation between bug extraction and key appearance. Who knew?
 

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PurDude called one night last week, and we had a nice conversation. We touch base with a text each day, but I like hearing his voice.

 
Hubs, not a fan of what I'd been watching, was downstairs putzing around in the man cave. When I was done talking to PurDude, I brought Hubs my phone.

I came back upstairs, went to the bathroom, took the muffins out of the pan, grabbed my laptop to make some notes on the recipe, sat down to watch TV, and realized my cell phone wasn't on the table and started to search.

I've got my ass in the air and my head under the couch when Hubs comes upstairs to hand me my cell phone.

Oh yeah, now I remember . . .


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College Boy walked in and he really did not look good.
 
Me: Are you OK? 
College Boy: I'm really not feeling well.
Me: Why don't you go upstairs and lay down?
 
College Boy runs to the bathroom, comes back, runs to the bathroom, comes back.
 
Me: What's going on? 
College Boy: I'm feeling nauseous. 
 
He gets part way upstairs when I hear him running down. All of this goes through my mind in about 3 seconds: he's not going to make it to the bathroom, I need something he can get sick in, I have old rusted bakeware I keep in the pantry (don't ask me why, I don't know), I need to grab something.
 
I run into the pantry, grab the first old bakeware thing I can get my hands on, run, meeting him halfway to the bathroom, and hand him a muffin tin.
 
Great. Just great.



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There is some small animal leaving turd pellets out front by the stairs. We have to go out in the morning and sweep them off. We hadn't yet this morning.

College Boy: I think I'm going to go out front and get some fresh air.
Me: Some little animal is leaving turd pellets by the front steps, we haven't swept them off yet, be sure you don't sit in them.

Well, seems he's feeling well enough to roll his eyes.

College Boy: Well, if I can't sit in the turds, I guess there's no reason to go out there.

Sarcasm, a clear indication someone's feeling better.


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It had been a day, and it was only just past noon. I'm in the den, rooting around in the liquor cabinet, when Hubs comes in the room.
 
Me (kinda yelling): I'M HAVING A COCKTAIL.
 
Hubs doesn't say a word.
 
Me (still yelling): BECAUSE I CAN!
 
Didn't see him again until dinner time. I wonder why. 


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About 1/2 hour later, the phone rings.
 
Neighbor: Umm . . . Karen?
Me: Yes?
Neighbor: Do you know your grown son is laying on the concrete by your front door?
Me: Yes. Doesn't yours?

 

 

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Giant Blueberry White Chocolate Chip Muffins
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Ingredients:
1/2 cup oil
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 egg
5 oz vanilla Greek yogurt
3/4 cup milk
2 cups flour + 1 TBSP
1 1/2 tsp baking soda
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1 cup fresh blueberries
1/2 cup white chocolate chips
 
Directions:
*Grease the top of a 12 well muffin tin and either grease or add liners to the wells. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
*Set aside 36 blueberries.
*Whisk together the oil and brown sugar. Once incorporated, whisk in the egg, yogurt, and milk. 
*Separately, mix 2 cups of the flour, the baking soda, baking powder, salt, and cinnamon.
*Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and gently whisk together.
*Gently coat the blueberries not set aside and the white chocolate chips with the remaining 1 TBSP flour. Fold into the batter.
*Fill the muffin cups with the batter. Top each muffin with 3 of the reserved blueberries.
*Bake for 20 minutes, or until the center springs back to the touch. Cool in the muffin pan for 10 minutes before popping out of the pan.

 

 

16 comments:

  1. Totally with you on the bug thing--no way would I let hubs leave for work if there was in bug in the house like that. Also---muffins look and sound delish!

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    1. Good to know I'm not the only one to stand my ground when it comes to bug. Nope, no way he was leaving.

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  2. Blueberry muffins! If it wasn’t hot I’d be baking some.

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    1. Hold on to some blueberries for when the heat breaks. These muffins are worth the wait.

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  3. Hell, no on the bug! I would have done the same thing. I hope your son is really feeling better, yikes! I will definitely be trying the muffin recipe; I have a new kitchen!

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  4. There's never a dull moment at your house!

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    1. Yeah, sometimes I feel like I could use a dull moment.

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  5. Certainly a break has to be worse than a fracture. Heeheehee!

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  6. Love the banter between you guys. I had some fun friendly banter with my clients this week and it helps to have a lot of coffee when speaking with strangers.

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  7. Misplaced finger. That was funny. I'm always the one that gets the bugs so taking my keys wouldn't help me. lol

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  8. I finally showed up to the party! I hope you saved me one of those muffins! I'm just happy to know I'm not the only one saving old rusty pans!

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    1. Do you actually use them for anything? I think, for me, their only purpose is to take up space in the pantry.

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