Sunday, April 28, 2013

Dinner Gone Wrong


Sunday, April 28, 2013

I sat on the couch and watch my kids run in circles in the din. I had thought that putting a movie in would quite them down a bit… I should know better.

“You asked me to clean up,” I heard Sephiroth say from the kitchen, “So I cleaned.”

We had been invited over to my parents for dinner. “Vaporizing the dishes is not the same as cleaning them,” my sister yelled back at him.

“Well I don’t do dishes at home.”

“Really! I would have never guessed.”

Their yelling contest was going on an hour and a half now, which wasn’t helping my headache at all.

“There’s no need for sarcasm,” Sephiroth retorted.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Aranel said sweetly, “I thought you knew what you were getting yourself into when you married my sister.”

Sometimes I wonder why I allow them within a ten-foot radius of each other.

“And you seem to keep forgetting just who your messing with,” Sephiroth threatened.

“Oh no, I know exactly who I’m messing with,” Aranel responded, “A two bit villain with mommy issues!”

Lizzy was right, my sister and Mr. Pop were soul mates.

“I am nothing like Seymour.”

“Oh don’t you even bring up his name,” this time it was Aranel’s turn to be threatening.

“I can’t help that the guy hit on you,” Sephiroth said nonchalantly, “Personally I don’t see what he saw in you. Your loud, obnoxious, rude, and all together to controlling.”

“ANGEL GET YOU HUSBAND OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL HIM!!!!”

I sighed, “I Cloud couldn’t kill him what makes you thing you can,” I wondered out loud to myself. Loz started crying and ran upstairs into Aranel’s arms.

“Don’t kill daddy Auntie Aranel,” Loz cried.

“What a cry baby,” Kadaj teased.
“Okay all time to head home,” I said. Kadaj and Yazoo complained. “No whining,” I responded, “March!”

The boys dragged there feet up the stairs to say goodbye to Aranel. I followed and stood by Sephiroth. “You know this means Masamune stays locked away for two weeks now right,” I told Sephiroth. He glared at me, but didn’t fight back. He knew he couldn’t win.

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