It's insanity, you know. Doing the same thing, over and over and over, expecting something different. But I do this, literally, every day.
Which is really crazy, because I do the grocery shopping. Why don't I remember tasty snacks while I am at the grocery? I can grow most of what I like to eat with the exception of chocolate, beer, tortilla chips, Goldfish crackers, etc. It's like every time I go to the grocery I'm on some stupid health kick. It doesn't help that I am literally the only one in this house that really snacks. The boy doesn't snack, because he is trying to get a 6-pack. At 15, this consumes pretty much every free moment the kid has.
No joke, the other night we were all watching a movie and we paused it for some reason, he stands up, stands in front of the TV, and he says:
"Dude, do you see my 6-pack?"
"Can you see my 6-pack?"
"Uh, no. Should I be able to see it?"
"Well, we just aren't in the right lighting."
I expect to hear about lighting only when celebrities or photographers are involved. Not from a 15-year-old. What has my life come to when this is the most exciting thing that happens to me on a Saturday? I don't dare say night because I haven't seen the other side of midnight in at least 3 years. Maybe longer.
The things that happen in this house at times should be taped. Monday evening I was coming out to the mud room to fold clothes and the kid jumped out at me in his track uniform...at 8 o'clock at night.
"What. Are. You. Doing?"
"You can't break in a track suit."
"You totally can."
"Dude, I look so fast!"