It's all fun and games until....

Tonight, I burned the pasta. No, I totally scorched it to the bottom of the pan. My husband, Dave, comes in the house and finds me spraying the air to hide the stench. "How did you manage that?" I very nonchalantly shrug my shoulders and try to remember if I closed out of my face book before finding burnt pasta in the kitchen.....
I did, but his cheesy grin told me he knew what I was doing.

Today a friend reminded me that I have had some funny stories through out the years. Maybe that was in the back of my mind when he gave me the cheesy grin, but it reminded me of one of those stories.

Picture this...2 kids in junior high, too old for a babysitter, too young to drive. After sleeping half the day away, the only thing left for them to do was eat. Those two began eating us out of house and home. It was at this time that, for reasons I still do not understand, Dave began to hide food. I don't know, maybe he didn't have enough to eat in a previous life or something. This did irritate me to no end when I needed something to make for my lunch or dinner and the item was no where to be found. This quickly became a source of friction in our house, he was hiding the food, I was looking for the food and 9 times out of 10 the kids were eating the food.

As it so happened, one night Dave could not find a large block of cheddar cheese that he hid in the freezer. (I still just shake my head at this part of the story).  In anger he calls the kids to the kitchen determined to find out who ate his block of cheese. As you can guess they both told him it was not them. If you know Dave then you know he is not going to let this go and he is determined to have the last word in this conversation. The kids walk away wondering why in the world their dad would think they snacked on a block of cheese.

With them out of the room, he only has me to sound off to. He was convinced that one of the kids dug to the back of the freezer and gnawed on this frozen cheese and all I can do is look at this raving fool (sorry Dave, but you were) and wonder what the heck brought this on. Soon, my mother hen feathers were ruffled and I was tired of hearing it, we ended up having a little tiff about it. I suggested that he monitor bathrooms because who ever ate that whole package of cheese would be blocked up for 2 weeks. Then he would know!!  He stomped off mad.

Well sure enough days later, the cheese in question was found in the back of the other freezer. I think he was going to apologize but decided not to once we made him the butt of all our jokes.

My daughter then coined our household phrase:

"It's all fun and games until someone looses a block of cheese."

We still laugh about that one and occasionally find instances to use that line. I have no idea why that memory came to mind when I burnt my pasta, but I love the story!

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