Since we don't have TV, and tonight's Monday Night Football game has serious fantasy football repercussions for Noah and me, we
Once we were all seated at the table, Mom opened up conversation by looking at my dad and asking, "Do you know what SHE did today?" I, for one, had no idea. It turns out that the lovely fresh towels hanging on the rack NEXT TO HER SHOWER do not count as actual towels. No, instead they're props in an elaborate ruse, one that is meant to convince people that all my mother's towels match and are of high quality.
I guess being berated for using the Show Towels isn't so bad when considering in mixed company she often refers to my dad as The Cook. Now I know why my late grandfather referred to her as Lady Sketrick Island.