KooLaid
Hippocritapotamus
Or mine in particular, you might get a kick out of this:
I email my teenage daughter one afternoon from work because I wanted her to crock pot some frozen chicken breast in time for me to make some pasta when i get home for dinner.
I get home about 4:20PM, open the garage door and smell something smelled good but slightly burnt and the house is full of smoke. I ask her what that smell is, she says that she followed my instructions and it looks weird and yellow. I walk over to the crock pot and look inside and see: Salt, pepper burnt crust, no chicken. Her response: "I read your email, thought it was weird, read it again, and did as you wrote in your email, you said nothing else". You can't get mad at me for that.
We went out for dinner that evening. She kinda had a point..... damn children.
48 hours later.... I decided, lets try this again. I really want pasta and chicken for dinner. So i email her again from work around the same time.
I get home about 4:15PM and the house smells like nothing. Apparently she didn't check her school email even though she was at home all day distance learning. She checks her email then says, "Sorry I'll do it now". I head to my room for a few minutes and come out and she says," I have the chicken thawing in the sink with running water to thaw it". I told her no reason to thaw it, just put it in the crock pot. "Okay dad!"
I go into the garage for an hour and half then next door for another hour then come back inside. Smells delicious. I look in the crock pot and see: Salt, pepper, a little bit of juice and one chicken quarter.
I walk over to her and ask where the chicken breast was. She tells me that it's in the crock pot. I go, "No that's a chicken leg quarter, and why just one? Why not all 3 in the bag?" I buy in bulk and separate them into what I consider to be one enough for one big meal and left overs for lunch. She goes, "That's what I put in there, one chicken breast.... wait did I put in a chicken leg? What does chicken breast look like? :confused"
:facepalm
I email my teenage daughter one afternoon from work because I wanted her to crock pot some frozen chicken breast in time for me to make some pasta when i get home for dinner.
I get home about 4:20PM, open the garage door and smell something smelled good but slightly burnt and the house is full of smoke. I ask her what that smell is, she says that she followed my instructions and it looks weird and yellow. I walk over to the crock pot and look inside and see: Salt, pepper burnt crust, no chicken. Her response: "I read your email, thought it was weird, read it again, and did as you wrote in your email, you said nothing else". You can't get mad at me for that.
We went out for dinner that evening. She kinda had a point..... damn children.
48 hours later.... I decided, lets try this again. I really want pasta and chicken for dinner. So i email her again from work around the same time.
I get home about 4:15PM and the house smells like nothing. Apparently she didn't check her school email even though she was at home all day distance learning. She checks her email then says, "Sorry I'll do it now". I head to my room for a few minutes and come out and she says," I have the chicken thawing in the sink with running water to thaw it". I told her no reason to thaw it, just put it in the crock pot. "Okay dad!"
I go into the garage for an hour and half then next door for another hour then come back inside. Smells delicious. I look in the crock pot and see: Salt, pepper, a little bit of juice and one chicken quarter.
I walk over to her and ask where the chicken breast was. She tells me that it's in the crock pot. I go, "No that's a chicken leg quarter, and why just one? Why not all 3 in the bag?" I buy in bulk and separate them into what I consider to be one enough for one big meal and left overs for lunch. She goes, "That's what I put in there, one chicken breast.... wait did I put in a chicken leg? What does chicken breast look like? :confused"
:facepalm
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