Pass the Grapes!

Supper time in my house can sometimes be a circus. There are 7 of us total, and my stepdad, David, is the only guy. My mom made the best hotdish ever tonight by combining what she had available in the kitchen. I must admit I was a little hesitant to eat it, but that's beside the point. When it's time to eat it's like sitting down at king Arthur's table. It is huge. There is as much variety on the table as there is sitting around the table.

In order to keep the meal organized and civilized we take what we want and pass it to the left. It always goes this way, but tonight Lindsey Marie had a different plan. She didn't want the grapes next to her, which put a hault to the entire system. I asked her to pass them but she turns to me and loudly says no. Instead they cut a new path across the table, surpassing David, Mom, and Lindsey Lu. To say the least I was frusterated with her.

I have issues with my food touching, so when my pickle juice ran across my plate right where I was going to put my hotdish I had to fix it. Instead of just getting a clean plate I decide if fold up my napkin big enough the pickle juice will pool up on the other edge of my plate. David notices and is quick to call me out on it. Suddenly the table erupts in laughter and causes my face to turn bright red. I don't think I will ever live it down. But yet again with my family the boring and plain moments are very far and few inbetween.