I stopped at home last night to visit with my old man. My mom's been away for about a week and a half on vacation, and I thought Papa was getting a little bored (seeing as how he called me four times on Wednesday). I took a little stroll through the kitchen to see what kinds of snacks he had for me, since I rarely turn down the chance for free food. Or any food for that matter.
I opened up the pantry and the fridge and all the cupboards, and there was barely a thing left to eat in our home. My dad had decided that he didn't need to go shopping while Ma was away, he'd just eat everything we had in the house instead. Four year old box of crackers? GONE. Ramen noodles? GONE. Freezer burned pork chops? FUCKING DEVOURED.
Seriously, all that was left were some canned veggies, some cream of chicken soup, and a few bottles of salad dressing.
I wonder if my mom knows just how much my old man needs her...
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