Good morning friends!
I wasn't feeling so great yesterday, so I took the day off (from work and blogging) and it was wonderful! Sometimes you just need to recharge your batteries right?
Anyways, the other day I was telling Dana one of my lovely family stores.
You know.. over Gchat of course, and she thought it was too good not to share here for all of you.
I'm not exactly sure when this story occured but I believe it was sometime around the age of 16, aka my teenage terror years. My partner in crime, my little brother, was probably 13, and easily influenced even though I'd like to say this whole thing was his idea. Considering all of the other crazy things I did at this age, I'm not so sure any one would believe me if I blamed it on Andrew.
It was right around dinner time and my Mom was yelling at us. I'm sure it had something to do with our rooms being messy or some other chore we failed to do. Either way, she was mad and my brother and I weren't listening. Because of this, she gave us a "punishment". What was it? To be in charge of making dinner, and not just any dinner.. my least favorite PORK CHOPS. I can just imagine my groan now. "Ughhh porkchops, gross!" I'm not really sure what it was about pork chops that I didn't like, but let me tell you I hated them. So we started plotting..
How dare she force us to make dinner that we don't want. We'll get her back!
Insert cat treats. You know, those small, round, little treats that you gave to your cat. They smelled like fish and who knows what they tasted like. Well, being the terrible bratty children that we are, we decided to cut a small hole in one of the pork chops and stuff a few cat treats into it. We put some breading on them, baked them in the oven, and you couldn't tell the difference. Except we knew, and we made sure that the special pork chop ended up on my Mom's plate. It did and all through out dinner my Mom kept saying "These taste weird." and "Why does this smell like fish?" All the while my brother and I sat there snickering.
Later she found out what we did and she was pissed, and then sad and then we felt terrible. As we should! So I'd like to dedicate today's blog post to my Mom and give her an official apology.
I am so sorry that Andrew and I were such brats. What we did was so mean and I still can't believe we actually did it. If I could go back in time and take it back, I would in a heartbeat. I'm glad that you think it's funny now because if I had been in your shoes, I'm not sure I would have taken it so lightly. At least you can look back and realize how far we've come, Andrew and I, from those bratty little devil children.. to the responsible sweet children that you love so much today.
Sincerely.. Your favorite children,
Samikins and Andypants