I swear I didn't start this blog just to rant about my life-with-the-elderly. So after this one, I'll break it up....
I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and Googling random things. Larry comes in and begins the following conversation (I always provide a script) . . .
Larry: *stepping in front of the TV* Oh hey I was gonna ask you a question.
Larry: There's, uh, some sausage in there. Did we buy that or did you?
Me: It must have been you. We don't usually buy sausage.
Larry: Well it's some polish sausage I think.
Me: Yeah we didn't buy that.
Larry: Yeah. Ok. I should show you cause I don't remember for sure.
Me: *to myself* $*&^%&^%%^$&^&(*&*#*($$%##$@%#*****&&^%^% LARRY!!!!!!!! We didn't buy sausage!! It's yours!!!! Why are you like this???
Larry: *returning from the kitchen* See here. It's that, uh, polish sausage. (Sometimes it seems he has a difficult time pronouncing foods. Introducing him to jicama [HIK'-uh-muh] was a real treat.)
Me: Oh they're like hot dogs. No we didn't buy that.
Larry: *walking back into the kitchen* OH-kay. Yeah it's some polish sausage.
Yes the package said polish sausage, but they're not fooling anybody. They're hot dogs.
And then I made the mistake of saying, "Larry, even if we DID buy it, you're welcome to what we buy." (They certainly share with us and we are very grateful.)
Larry: Yeah I don't remember if I bought those. Maybe I did...
Me: You did.
Larry: . . . I just don't remember. I must've bought 'em.
On a completely different note, I'll have to update everyone on the new adventure I have embarked upon. Black Ops. I feel like I was knocked to the ground by a speedy skater and then run over by a small car. But more on that later.