the traditional christmas eve dinner must always involve the traditional complaining about how much trouble making it is and the traditional bickering over cooking it. this year it was my dad using the “wrong” pan for the tomatoes and him wondering “what the heck is wrong” with my mom.
“so, how’ve you been?”
“i’ve been good. yep. how about you?”
“a lot of people have been dying on me.”
“oh…kay. um. sorry.”
friday night, woooooooooo!