I can't seem to get the smell of chicken blood off my hands. No, I haven't been chicken killing.
We all know that teenagers cause so much 'angst', and cost so much money. But some have an uncanny ability to cause outright grating annoyances. Like leaving the freezer door open and everything 'sort of thawing'. I'm cleaning it all up right now. A little going away present for us. How nice.
Unfortunately, everything (including Sandy's hockey bag...oops!) will have a lingering smell of rotten chicken to remind us of our unbreakable link with our annoyances. I mean children.
Families have a limitless supply of potential scenarios for incredibly funny scenes that are the result of small 'oversights'; on the parts of our children.
I think of Sandy going to play hockey and someone saying,'Christ, what is that godawful smell?!'; Perhaps he has a moment of quiet reflection on the complexity of how interwoven our lives are with our children. Ummm, maybe not.
The list will run through his head......the late fees at the video store preventing him from renting a movie, the gas card missing from the dash, his missing sweatshirt, and coffee mug,the phone card charges. The list goes on.
We sure love ya Weeza.
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