Dishes and Dinner

It is the never ending story I think...I get home early tonight...the folks are sitting on the couch.  The TV is off...they are just sitting there!  I sort of ignore them and go upstairs to change.  Coming into the kitchen, I grab a baking dish, get some chicken tenderloins out of the freezer, spray the pan, open the fridge to figure out what to put on this freakin' chicken.  No JD Barbecue sauce, no Italian dressing...ahhh - there's a lemon with some peel off...(used it for the lemon ricotta cake last week).  I grab the olive oil, throw some on the chicken (frozen like flat rocks), cut up the peeled lemon, squeeze the pieces over the chicken, then grab the breadcrumbs and toss some in.  I push the dish into the oven (400).  I tell Dad to get in here (yup - tell him).  He says, "What are you doing?"  "Getting your dinner, old man, what do you think?" "Why are you home so early?"  "To feed you people...what were you going to have to eat?"  "Oh, waffles"  "Here's the canned potatoes and green beans.  This ok to go with the chicken?  I'll open them.  You can cook them yourself, right?  Here's the frying pan."  "OK, I guess"  "Yes, it will be OK".
Fast forward to meal over.  I hear the water running...Dad is already in the living room, ready to sit down.  Mom is not allowed to wash dishes - come on, you know why!!!  Can't see dirt, doesn't use hot water or soap.  She also likes to take the plastic beer pong cups out of the garbage and "wash" them, so we crush them before putting them in the trash.  Does the same thing with plastic plates...gotta fold those up till they break.  "Dad, is Mom washing dishes?"  "IRENE, THEY DON"T WANT YOU TO WASH DISHES!!!!! I told you 2 times"  (NO, he didn't tell her tonight at all...).  We let her wash the dishes, Casey and I, knowing we'll go back in and redo everything.  Dad doesn't even clean off the fried potato crud from the stove...Casey and I decide to get Turkish food delivered (love My Gyro!!! and GrubHub) so we eat, then do dishes we didn't use...Casey was the one who said, as the 2 of us were washing and drying the dishes, "you should write about dishes tonight, Mom."

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