Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Scenes from My Life

Me at Mom and Dads. I've taken the two Spotties and Ms. Bitty down for a visit. I'm feeling pretty virtuous, I've taken Uncle John to the doctor out to lunch, I met with the lumberjack and I am spending time with my folks before going to pick the cat up at the vet.

Me: John had a nice Dr. visit and then we went out to eat.

Mom: Where'd you go?

Me: We went to eat Mexican food, John really chowed down.

Mom: He always chows down.

Me: I didn't know he liked Mexican food though-I'm excited because you and Daddy won't eat it with me.

Mom: That's not true. I would, you never ask.

Me (thinking I had it covered): Great! Next time we go you are invited, we'll have a blast.

Mom: Ok, where do you go?

Me (completely, blindly walking in to it): On the Border

Mom: No, I don't go to high dollar chains like that. There is a local business around the corner Jean Stewart goes to.

Me: OK.

Now, the Ok is a good idea and I think I'm going to use it as often as possible from now on. Because there is clearly no way out-I can't make Mom go eat at a high dollar chain for God's sake, and I don't really feel that I'll save a lot of money or time by driving across town, picking up John bringing and him back here for a sumptious meal at a locally owned business and then driving him BACK across town. Yet, if I try to play the gas card I'll open myself up for criticism of some sort, I'm not sure what.

In fact, for the remainder of the week, when I'm blindsided like that I am going to "Just say OK".


Michele said...

Oh heck, I should have let you in on the "OK" trick long ago. I learned it with my MIL about a year OK. She orders me around and tells me what to do and how to do it, I say OK, then I do it however I want to do it. By the time she realizes what I've done, she had already forgotten what she told me to do in the first place.

Debra Kay said...

NOW you tell me!