Yesterday afternoon I decided I’d get a little fancy in the kitchen and make up something different for supper. What I needed was a rolling pin to crush some stuff. I looked in the drawer that we keep all of the utensils in, sure that I had seen a rolling pin in there before. Alas, there was no pin to be found, which really wasn’t that big of a deal. I figured the less number of potential weapons around the house that can fall into the hands of my wife, the better. Hey, a man’s got to protect himself!
If I was at my parents house in Lethbridge, I know I could have found a rolling pin. My mom was always baking pies and bread and I’d seen her use that thing a million times. Mom and dad always seemed to have everything.
I still remember growing up with a full fridge. There was everything in there. The freezer in the fridge was also full, as was the big freezer downstairs. No matter how many groceries I buy, I can never make our fridge look like.
Those who read this blog faithfully know that I hit the grocery store nearly everyday. I’ll grab what we need for supper that night and then do it all over again the next day. We always have the basic staples in our fridge. Milk, butter and the like. Our fridge is filled with stuff that you only have to buy once a month or so. I guess I could buy a bunch of stuff to cram into that darn thing, but I’d probably end up throwing most of it away. But it would sure look good for a week or two.
So, instead of a rolling pin, I used a big baggie and a meat tenderizer. That did the job as good as a rolling pin would have done, but in using the meat tenderizer I realized something very important. My wife had access to another weapon that could potentially do greater harm than a rolling pin would do, and leave a funny pattern on my face!
There are too many things around the house that my wife could use to club me upside the head. There are really only two solutions to this problem.
One is to be on my best behaviour. The other is to whip down to the Rider Store and grab myself a helmet.