22 January 2010
I love my father-in-law (a.k.a. Chuck). Truly. We're both physicists, we laugh at the same jokes, and we share similar opinions.
But the man needs to quit bringing raisins into my house.
When Chuck found out that I disliked raisins, grits, and fried okra, he rolled his eyes, shook his head, and mumbled under his breath. He then proceeded to sneak raisins into muffins, waffles, cookies. No food was safe.
And now, he's brainwashing my children. He and my mother-in-law took care of the kids Wednesday night and I came home to find the above Raisinets on the kitchen counter. OK, fine, the kids were safe and sound, fed and asleep, the toys were cleaned up, and the dishes were washed.
But... RAISINETS! ON MY KITCHEN COUNTER! TAINTING MY HOME WITH THEIR CHEWY, CHOCOLATE ICKINESS!
The man has gone too far. This is war.
Chuck, there's a plate of sugar-coated green tomatoes, fried in bacon grease, waiting on my kitchen counter for you.