Adult son came home late at night and totally destroyed the kitchen making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Left most of the food uneaten.
Me: Lets talk about the mess in the kitchen and all that wasted food.
Son: The food is not wasted. I'll give it to Angel (the dog). She looks hungry , to me. Mom, you always try to live in the past.
Picture me with smoke coming out of my ears!
dandylion