With the kids, we have a Ritual Exchange:
What’s for dinner?
Food.
What kind of food?
Eating food.
What kind of eating food?
The kind you’ll eat or do without.
I feel like I must, ONCE, have made the mistake of answering “What’s for dinner?” with the intended meal, prompting them all to keep asking forever.
Anyway, I’m back from Walmart. The meal list on the refrigerator says, for Monday, “Leftovers and I mean it!”
What a brave lady! LOL!
Yes, some answers seem to have the innate ability to perpetuate themselves ad infinitum. And punishment is equally so!
I’m dressed and ready to go but I have a few minutes left. The doors are most probably locked anyway.
I had to update my prayer list this morning. After yesterday’s phone call, I felt the need to add a few more names. Not just Carol’s but several other people as well.
When I get back from church I’m going to start transferring all the photos I have online, from Gmail to Photobucket, and put them onto the Slave. “If not now, when?” Or something. It won’t all be done today, but I’ll make a good dent in the project!