It’s that wonderful time of year when the house is full of pleasant scents. Turkeys, pies, potatoes, bread, the list is never ending. Unfortunately, my house is full of a different sort of odor. This memorable conversation took place while cooking up a storm this afternoon.
Mom: Knock, Knock. Nick, you need to open a window and spray. That smell is wafting through the house.
Five minutes later…
Dad: Excuse me! I didn’t appreciate your unfounded accusations that I’m to blame for the smell in this house. If you want to blame someone, you point the finger at yourself and your boiled eggs.
Me: OMG! That is awful, mom. You made it sound like he was ill or something.
Mom: Well, excuse me! You’re the one who wanted Deviled Eggs tomorrow. I blame you.
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