I Like Making Things: Making 10 year olds eat.

So Michael's been with us just over a week now, and it's been awesome! But also rough on the poor kid (he misses his family, you can't blame him). Anyway i guess part of this "home sickness" was that he wasn't eating things (or so my family says). Of course they were trying to feed him normal Pappas residence food, which mostly consists of beef stew and shepherds pie (because Phil loves them). And you know what? No dice. No shit right? Who wants to eat that heaviness when it's 100 bazillion degrees outside? No one (well, Phil Pappas). Anyway I took the direct approach, and was like, "What do you like to eat, kid?" and the answer was basically fried meat (preferably breaded) and sugar, which is probably the most unhealthy diet of all time, so of course it's the answer. So i was all, "Can you meAt me half way?" and then this flash mob busted out of no where and started jamming to that song (Also i just want to point out that the spelling/grammar/whatever error was on purpose this time, because i get a ton of shit for that (I'm not naming any names)). So basically we made baked breaded chicken breasts, hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmmm.

But i'm going to take a little interlude here to tell you what's been going on in my life, just in case you were curious (who isn't?). So basically I got a flat tire on the way to work last week at 4am, which was awesome. So i'm trying to change it on the side of a busy highway, and i know your thinking to yourself, "Hey, why don't you just get one of those spray can thingys that re-inflate tires?" and the answer is: duh. Of course i have one. You don't think the biggest klutz in the world has one?? duh... But when a shark attacks your car on a busy highway and wrips it to shreds you're gonna have to bust out the donut. Also my tires have to be as annoying as humanly possibly and one of the nuts (just one) needs this special adapted socket to come off that get's stuck in the crow bar thing and is basically a nightmare. aNYwho, my car had to go to the shop, is the point of this story. Also a little backstory: Sometimes when it's really hot out, i press the brakes all the way, and the car stops, then moves again. I brought this up to Nanc, who was all, "Whatever Laur, it's always done that. Learn how to drive a car." (slightly ad-libbed... but just slightly). So then the car goes to the shop, and they're all, "Yeah, that's a problem." and an expensive one. So my parent's are basically like, "Buy another car." Which is awesome because, "NEW" CAR! but also sucks because now i will for sure never be able to move out of their house. Anyway, chicken...

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