Buffon…

Dad asked me to regale him again in the tale of mom’s big hair yesterday as he has often done over the years.  I used to say all the time that my mother’s personality changes starkly and she is more sure of herself and cocky on the days she gets her hair done.  I call it, “mom’s having a big hair day,”  Or “big hair day” for short.  My father laughs and laughs when I talk about this.

“It’s true!” dad replied laughing. “You got that right on the money.”

“Well it takes one to know one,” I replied to my father with a smile. “Mom and I are just alike.”

Dad then regaled me in a tale of two arguing souls last night.

“Your mother bought some Weight Watchers ice cream sandwiches yesterday,” dad told me. “But they were chocolate.  I told your mother a traditional ice cream sandwich would only have vanilla ice cream.”

“What did mom say?” I asked my father.

“She went and threw out all 5 boxes of them in the trash! She was pissed at me when she had to drive all the way to Wal-Mart to buy more.”

Shades of my old pre-medicated mother was what I thought.

Helen Fridays…

It is always nice on Fridays when I get a home cooked meal.  Yesterday, Helen cooked bacon wrapped chopped sirloins, baked potatoes, baked beans and a green salad.  

“Let’s start thinking of new foods that Helen would be able to cook,” dad told me last night.  “Today’s meal was a good change from the usual.”

I suggested for next week that Helen cook tacos, refried beans, and Spanish rice. Dad didn’t look too enthusiastic about that saying it would give him heartburn.