Me: *singing as I throw pepper jack, and cheddar cheese into pasta* I got the moon. I got the CHEESE. I got the whole damn nation on its knees.
Mom: *coming in* Are you singing to the macaroni?
Me: *embarrassed* Possibly yes.
There is grilling going on at my parents. Mom is a master griller* and she is making barbecue chicken and grilling eggplant. Tonight, I am master of the sides and singing. I might have also sung, "If you liked it then you shoulda put a lid on it."
*My Dad doesn't like grilling because it's basically cooking with more mosquitos. He also doesn't golf, hunt, or fish. It makes Father's Day cards really hard to buy for him.