Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Son: What's for dinner?

Me: Thought I'd make soup. (chopping)

Son: . . . soup seems so . . . 50s to me.

Me: (laugh/chop)

Son: . . . like, it just seems kind of old-fashioned.

Me: (now sauteing/laughing)

Son: . . . when I hear "soup," I think of one word: Depression.


  1. ha ha!
    Soup says, delicious to me.

  2. Soup = what I want to eat in the winter. Can I move in with you? I feel you are not being sufficiently appreciated.
    Also is there not a trashy movie we need to see post haste? OR are there too many?

  3. My kids would say the same thing and not in reference to the era, but in that the thought of eating soup makes them depressed because they hate it. I like it. Good to catch up on your blog. My mother-in-law stumbled upon this and Amelia's from my blog and reads them both and thinks you are both fantastic.



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