samjrfnutjc
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Last night I’m in the kitchen making Tuesday night’s version of crap (dinner at my house) when I get a call from my DD (daddy dearest). He asks me what going into a tuna noodle casserole so I say, tuna, noodles, cream of mushroom soup, milk, pepper. He asks how long to cook it, 350 – 375. I reply 350 for about ½ hr. Ok we got all that.
Now knowing my father as I do he always has to kick it up a notch. So I say then you could put in a vegetable like pees I’m thinking. He replies “I just open a fresh can of jalapenos.” I’m thinking he’s kidding me but probably not. He goes on to tell me how his wife told him no more grocery shopping till everything in the house is used. I’m thinking “oh no she said this before, didn’t she learn anything last time.”
He then tells me that tomorrow nights dinner will be pancakes with rice. Now I’ve heard of people having breakfast for dinner before but pancakes and rice just don’t mix. Next he’s putting crushed red pepper into this poor tuna casserole and asked if carrots are sepost to be black. By this point I’m just going with it because I no it’s going to be a rough week in him house with the no shopping thing. For tonight he suggested making pancake roll-ups with the tuna casserole in the middle. Once again I’m laughing.
We finally say goodnight and I go onto putting my crap on the table with a smile and thinking “I’m so glad I’m not eating at my dad’s house.”
Now knowing my father as I do he always has to kick it up a notch. So I say then you could put in a vegetable like pees I’m thinking. He replies “I just open a fresh can of jalapenos.” I’m thinking he’s kidding me but probably not. He goes on to tell me how his wife told him no more grocery shopping till everything in the house is used. I’m thinking “oh no she said this before, didn’t she learn anything last time.”
He then tells me that tomorrow nights dinner will be pancakes with rice. Now I’ve heard of people having breakfast for dinner before but pancakes and rice just don’t mix. Next he’s putting crushed red pepper into this poor tuna casserole and asked if carrots are sepost to be black. By this point I’m just going with it because I no it’s going to be a rough week in him house with the no shopping thing. For tonight he suggested making pancake roll-ups with the tuna casserole in the middle. Once again I’m laughing.
We finally say goodnight and I go onto putting my crap on the table with a smile and thinking “I’m so glad I’m not eating at my dad’s house.”
cute story! Even though reading it made my stomach churn...it also put a smile on my face 
Uh oh.......where's Andy??
