J-Man plays computer games. Bug reads and plays with MeMaw (Judy.) Judy has been their best play pal since they were old enough to have their first diaper changed.
So today, with the temperature in the 30’s and a slight breeze, the little shits - uh - darlings wanted to go for a walk. It was so enjoyable with our pink cheeks and snotty noses. We did about 2 miles thought the woods and around the subdivision before frostbite drove us back home.
But I did get to enjoy the fruits of my teachings when Bug flipped my ear, which was frozen solid. Note to self. Don’t tell them anything else about my childhood living in squalor and in desperate needs of ways to entertain our selves.
However one of the more positive things they do is make up games and plays and stuff. Aggravates the shit out of me…uh I love the way their minds play out.
So today the little shits, uh, kiddies decided to try public service as a means of torturing…I mean entertaining themselves.
So for lunch and dinner the kiddies opened a restaurant, Mario’s Game Lounge.
J-Man, the self titled Technical Specialist, went on the pc made up and printed out menus.
Bug got a little note book and goes to each of us and takes our order.
In the kitchen the orders are hanging by clothes pins from the cabinets like a short order restaurant.
I had a choice of hamburgers, tacos, salad, spaghetti, grilled cheese, grilled ham and cheese with a dessert of pecan or sweet potato pie or rice krispies balls.
When we sat at the table, Bug brings us our plates (and a little chime on the oven goes off every few minutes signifying another meal is ready to serve) and she brings us utensils, napkins, salt and pepper or any other condiment we might need.
The chef, Judy, served what ever she made regardless of the order. She loves Gordon Ramsey and his culinary management.
For example, off the menu I ordered a taco and got an empty taco shell. I ordered a cheeseburger and got a stale bun with spaghetti sauce for hamburger meat covered with diced cheese. I would have been better off ordering spaghetti from the start, cause that’s what I got. That’s all Chef Judy made.
I don’t see a long longevity for Mario’s Game Lounge. But the kiddies will live to annoy…entertain us again. After all, we have them for 6 more days.
But I have to say,begrudgely, it was fun.
21 comments:
That's some creativity.
The funniest part is that "Chef Judy" cooked whatever she wanted - regardless of what was ordered.
Mr.R, they creativity is amazing. J-Man is writing a graphic novel using images from the computer. I don’t expect a Pulitzer, but I will award him a Coffeypot.
Oh Bless their Hearts :)
Pax, you've been dying for a chance to use that phrase, haven't you? Well, bless your heart, you got to use it.
Sounds like a blast.
And I read the menu....hilarious!
Seems to me they've got a great sense of humor and imagination!!
That sounds like fun! Glad it's in your kitchen and not mine . . kidding . . . I'd do the same as "Chef Judy" but don't tell anyone!
That's some pretty pink nail polish you got on there, Coffey.
6 more days!!! All I can say is you better eat your Wheaties.
And maybe put little milf in your coffey every morning, you're gonna need your strength. : )
You are a good and patient grand dad.
Oh that sounds like fun. Maybe today you could plan Movie Day and watch movies, drink sodas, eat popcorn and Milk Duds.
How richly blessed you are!
Enjoy the rest of the week!!!!
~AM
My goal in life:
1.) When my sons finally have kids
2.) Take the grand kids out to fun stuff- Disney land, fairs, whatever
3.) Spoil them rotten--totally rotten.
4.) Let them skip eating veggies and let them eat cake if they want
5.) then take them home to my sons and let them tell them:" Grand pa lets us do anything we want."
and puke on their carpets.
This is the stuff you get to tease them about when they get older. Priceless.
Judy rocks. lol.
and owie on the ear flicking...that hurts soooo bad. lol
Heeheheee... whatever you do, don't let them put snails and fish eggs on the holiday menu!
Happy New Year... but keep the fireworks away from them rascals. I'm sure they learned all sorts of tricks from listening to your stories...it may backfire on you. Just sayin... haha. :)
My grandfather passed away when I was 12, and I still remember the fun we had (and miss him) every day. The memories you're making with the shits - er, kiddies - will live in them forever and make them better people. Despite your efforts to the contrary ;). Such a nice grandpop!
Kanani, they do amaze me with their talent and humor.
Just Another Momma, it’s French - it’s pronounced Chef ZUE DAY!
Ed, your just jealous again. My toenails are pink with little wombats on them. HOT, Dude!
Powder, if I put MILF in my coffee I’ll be too worn out to play with the kiddies….great idea.
Yogi, patience has nothing to do with it. I’m too old to run away.
Peach T (almost sounds like Peachtree), that is an excellent idea. I’ll run it by the little shits…kiddies.
CI Dude, it’s call payback. You know the saying, what goes around comes around. Spoil’em I say.
Christine, I think of it more as training so they will be able to take care of me in my old age.
Hope, Judy is a rock, and hell yes it hurt.
J, HEY! I though you were gone. I like escargot but hate caviar. Stuff taste like dead fish…oh! Yeah! Marni and Carl thinks I have taught the little shits too much already. They have farting contest, snide remarks and classic nose picking contest, all courtesy of their Paw Paw.
Clew, I don’t know about making them better people, but they will remember me. The man who let them push him in a grocery cart through the store. We are building memories.
That is so cute & creative! Enjoy your time together (cannot believe they dragged you out in the cold for a long walk!).
You and Judy are awesome grandparents. My Nana was like that...always took the time and I remember that and her as the greatest person I knew. Bet your grandkids feel the same about you.
I read the menu! HILARIOUS! I don't think I would order off that one though.
I did this even with my GREAT grandparents. My Papaw would play along and he ordered a Chicken Fried Steak. They said I came back about 4 minutes later and said "The chicken is done but it is going to take awhile on that fried steak." BWA HA HA
Bet your grandkids will cherish this. I know I did.
You are good grandparents. Nobody has ever taken my kids for more than 3 nights. And that is only once a year and we have to beg and kiss butt for them to do it.
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