Kiss my Grits!

Yes, that's right, you can go ahead and call me "Flo"... in this home of mine, with two pretty much constantly starving teenage boys, taking orders for meals and snacks is pretty much most of what I find myself doing.  Here's pretty much how it goes.


Insert either boy's name here:  "I'm STARVING!!"

Me:  "What are you hungry for?"

Boy:  "What do we have?"

Me:  "You can go look in the fridge just as easily as I can."

Boy goes and opens the fridge, barely leans over enough to partially see in there, and stands there staring at the abundance of its contents."  (Note:  fridge is WIDE open and the staring can go on for one to three or more minutes.)

Me:  "Close the fridge!"

Boy:  "There's nothing in there."

Me:  "I went shopping yesterday.  There's tons of food in there."

Boy:  "What do we have?"  (Gee, this sounds vaguely familiar.)

Anyway, I usually give in and name a few options.

Boy:  "Yeah, I'll take that."  And they turn around and tootle off to their room.  Um...did they just think I presented them with a menu and was willing to take their order?

Me:  I sit and start painting and worry not one bit about their yearning tummies.


Ten or 15 minutes go by and a boy will venture out of his room.


Boy:  "Where's my food?"

Me:  "I was waiting for you to help me make it."  Too bad for them that their mom has Flo's sassy attitude.


Funny thing how ravenous appetites can vanish so quickly.  My guys...gotta love 'em.