Looks like an ordinary, poorly-drawn kitchen, doesn't it?
This is where I make dinner. I cook for my family. Most things get made from scratch. Healthy, good-tasting, well-balanced meals. My MIL is part of the family and I try to make things she likes. I cook things that she can eat considering her lack of teeth above the gum line. I even get a plate ready for her and cut everything up and put all the garnishments on it, and then bring it to her room along with a fork and napkin, because she likes to eat in private.
It sounds so lovely, doesn't it?
So when I've got cranky kids I take them upstairs and get a movie going for them on the computer and sit with them while I eat. The husband is working late, it's just us. Dinner was particularly tasty so I figure, hey why not get second helpings. I walk downstairs to the place where everything used to be delicious.
Suddenly I have lost my appetite.
My MIL has left an invisible, gaseous present for me on her way back from putting her dishes in the dish washer. This is not the first time it's happened, but I just had a beer and am feeling particularly nauseous. That's why I share. To make my misery yours. Only, since you're not here, in my house, walking through the Brown Cloud, you're not really miserable the way I am.
