Sunday, March 7, 2010

Jesus eats mac & cheese

Bet you didn't know that one!

Friday night dinner was fish fillets and macaroni & cheese, as we try and follow the no-meat-on-Fridays protocol during Lent. As I put the food on the table, Eric started his series of questions:

Eric: What are we having?
Mom: Fish, and macaroni and cheese
Eric: Fish? Why we having fish?
Mom: Because it's Friday.
Eric: Friday? Why we having fish on Friday?
Mom: Because it's Friday during Lent and that's what we do
Eric: Why?
Mom: Because that's what Jesus ate.
Eric: And macaroni and cheese?

And I answered yes, thinking that if Jesus had the option, he too would be eating macaroni and cheese on Fridays during Lent.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Please stop talking to me.

We have an extremely chatty hygienist at our dentist's does that happen? I mean, you're at the dentist with all sorts of torture devices being stuck in your mouth, and you have this (very nice) woman who is talking and talking and talking, and she keeps stopping what she's doing to either make a point, or because she expects me to respond. I've actually told her that I am in a hurry, but that seems to go over her head and she continues to tell me about how she swears she saw me at her gym the other day but she didn't want to come up to the person in the gym because what if it wasn't me and do I work out and where?

Really? When I'm at the dentist, my goal is to pretend that I am somewhere else and to get out of the vinyl chair as quickly as humanly possible. It can be 6 degrees outside, and I will come out of the chair looking like I have just spent an hour in a sauna, that's how stressed out I get about going to the dentist. I've never had a 'bad' dentist experience, and our dentist is really awesome, but I don't like him enough to want to hang out in his office for hours at a time and get my teeth and gums poked at with a pointy thing.