I came home today, and I ate my dinner.. I went to my room, and my dad came up stairs to my room with a somewhat angry face. I was like, holy crap, what the fuck didn’t I do now? So he comes in and says, “what happened to all the Baklava your brother brought back from Montreal?” I said, “aah.. aah.. hmm.”
He said, “did your mom hide all of it… again!! ”
I said, “well, probably, cause I was looking for it too yesterday and I couldn’t find any. Not even in the fridge.. ”
He said, “did your brother hide it then.. ah?”
I said, “I doubt it, I think he is looking for it too.”
He said, “fine. It must be your mother. Our family (our last name) is a lot nicer and NEVER hide candy like your mothers (my mom’s last name) family.”
I said, “ok.”
Why do husbands always blame the wife’s entire family name for candy?
I laughed hysterically after he left.
Few minutes later, he calls my brother.
My brother then comes back upstairs and says, “what.. am I supposed to go back to Montreal now and get more candy that cost a few bucks?”
I thought holy crap..
Where is the missing candy… maybe MOM knows or my brother is lying..
My dad will never learn.. he has type two diabetes and takes pills daily.. he will just never learn! He has a major sweet tooth.. worse than mine!
I bought chocolate after work.. I don’t care. I want my energy and my happiness!