The Starfish and the Lobster: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. elcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 2 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.

A couple of neighbors were walking by when I came outside to give Hubs some interesting news:

Me: KC DFAd JBJ.

Hubs: Oh.

Neighbor, walking away, whispering to her husband: Do they have their own language?

No, we were just speaking baseball.

 

 

I had been out for a while when Hubs texted me:

Hubs: Where are you?

Me: Who knows?

I could tell he wasn't sure what to say to that, because there was a long pause before I heard from him again:

Hubs: You OK?
Me: Sure, I've got plenty of credit cards.

Didn't hear from him again. I bet he was thinking that maybe what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

And he's probably right. 

Until the bills come in . . .

We had gone for a walk, when suddenly I started laughing.

Me (sort of under my breath): I don't think that's how it goes.

Hubs: How what goes?

Me: "What doesn't," it's "what doesn't." 

Hubs: What are you talking about?

Me: Listen to her . . .

We were walking past a little girl, playing on her driveway, skipping around, singing at the top of her lungs "whatever kills you makes you stronger . . ."

So cute, but so funny.

We have 4 bathrooms, 2 upstairs, which have multiple light fixtures above the mirror, 1 bathroom on the main level, and one in the basement.

Me: There's a bulb out in the upstairs bathroom.

Hubs (grabbing a light bulb): Which one?

Me (rolling my eyes): The one that doesn't light up when you flip the switch on.

Hubs: I meant which bathroom.

Oh.

I had tried out a new dessert, Peaches and Cream Bars. I liked how they looked until Hubs walked up, then I was second guessing my decorating choice.

Hubs: What's that?
Me: A new dessert experiment. Want to try it?

Hubs: I don't think so.

Me: What? Why? You never turn down a dessert.

Hubs: Umm, I'm full?

Me: OK, what's really going on?

Hubs: I know you like to come up with new and interesting ideas, but you may have thought a little too far outside the box for me on this one.

Me: What do you mean? You don't even know what it is.

Hubs: Well, I can guess. 

Me: You can guess?

Hubs: You usually decorate the top to show what the main ingredient is.

Me: And?
Hubs: That's a starfish . . .

Peaches & Cream Bars

Hubs is walking towards the kitchen:

Hubs: Do we have coffee?

Me (rolling my eyes): Of course we have coffee.

Hubs goes over to the coffee pot, looks at it, looks around.

Hubs: I thought we had coffee.

Me: We do.

Hubs: I don't see it.

Me: I didn't say it was made.

OK, maybe that was mean. But in my defense, I hadn't had my coffee yet.

Our basement had been a place where a whole lot of kids hung out when the boys were in high school. Now it's Hubs' man cave.

Sometimes, if he's working on his laptop or there's something he wants to see on TV, he may take his coffee down to the man cave in the morning.

One afternoon I had gone down there to take something out of the spare fridge.

Me: Did you spill your coffee on the carpet on the stairs?
Hubs: I don't think so.

Me: There's a stain going down the top 3 stairs.

Hubs: Must have been the kids.

Me (laughing): Your days of blaming the kids kinda ended when they . . . you know . . . moved out.

Hubs had brought in the groceries and sat at the counter as I was unpacking them, which doesn't usually end well.

Hubs: Oh, you bought ice cream.

Me: You can't have it, it's for a recipe.

Hubs: OK, how about those cookies?
Me: You can't have those either, they're for a recipe.

Hubs: I'm hungry, what can I have?

Me (unpacking the next bag): Can I interest you in an egg?

Hubs: That sounds good, you going to cook it for me?

He looks up to see me glaring at him.

Hubs: OK, my bad, I'll just send myself to my room.

Yeah, his room is a basement with a 57 inch TV, a pool table, pinball, and a fully stocked fridge.

And I'm standing in the kitchen putting away groceries.

There is definitely something wrong with this picture.

I read a lot. Often in the afternoon, but always at night before I go to sleep. I "buy" free books and load them onto my Kindle and iPad. Most always, the books are mysteries. I especially love when I can get a multibook series, it's like binge watching a TV show, and I can get invested in the characters over multiple books.

I'd just started a 6 book bundle.

Hubs: What are you reading?
Me: I'm halfway through the first book of a 6 book bundle.

Hubs: Do you like it?
Me: Yes, great so far, it's well written and I really like the main character.

Not much later I came stomping into the kitchen, muttering under my breath.

Hubs: I thought you were reading.

Me: I was, but I deleted the books.

Hubs: Why? You said you liked the main character.

Me: Not any more. She has poor taste.

Hubs: Poor taste?
Me: She said she liked warm water lobster better than Maine lobster.

Hubs: You know it's just one line from a fictional character in a book, right?
Me: I don't care, that's a dealbreaker, I've lost all respect for her.

Hubs: Well I hope the next series you try out has characters with higher culinary standards.

Me: Me too! That's a couple of wasted hours of my life I'm never getting back.

We recently switched cell phone providers (funny post about that coming up soon). Hubs signed us up and got us all new sim cards. When he got home, we all checked out our new service, calling and texting each other. Everything was fine.

The next day, Hubs texted me, asking me to respond if I got his text because he can't call me.

Can't call me? I tried to call him and couldn't, got a message that I had reached the cell provider's payment line. I tried calling College Boy, same results.

I was very concerned that none of us would be reachable, but Hubs came home with some good news/bad news. Good news, he and College boy could make and receive calls. The bad news, of course, is that it seemed to be just me. I kept trying all night with no luck.

The next morning, on the way to work, before going to the cell store, he called me. My phone rang and I answered. I called him back, too. And we texted.

Hubs was trying to think of all of these technical reasons for the glitch, but I knew exactly what had happened. My old phone, like my old self, just needed a good night's sleep.

 

 

 

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

Menopausal Mother

Peaches & Cream Bars

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
6 oz shelled pecan halves

5 TBSP brown sugar, divided

1/8 tsp plus 1/4 tsp cinnamon, divided

2 TBSP butter, melted

8 oz cream cheese, softened

1/2 tsp vanilla

1 box (3 oz) peach jello

1 large or 2 small ripe peaches

1 container (5.3 oz) peach yogurt

OPT: peach slices for decoration and/or whipped cream for serving

Directions:

*Grease an 8 X 8 baking dish. Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

*Place the pecans, 2 TBSP brown sugar, and 1/8 tsp cinnamon in a food processor and pulse until they resemble  

crumbs. While pulsing, add the melted butter through the chute and pulse a few more times until incorporated.

*Press into the bottom of the pan and bake for 10 minutes. Cool on the counter for 20 minutes, then refrigerate until cold.

*Beat the cream cheese, vanilla, remaining brown sugar, and remaining cinnamon until smooth. Carefully spread over cooled crust. Refrigerate.

*Boil 1 cup of water. Dissolve the peach jello poweder and set aside for 10 minutes to cool slightly. 

*Pit, skin, and chop the peaches. Sprinkle evenly over the cream cheese layer.

*Whisk the yogurt into the jello. Pour evenly over thepeaches and refrigerate for at least 45 minutes before cutting.

*OPT: top with peach slices, serve with whipped cream.