The FDA says it's really ok to eat ramen noodles and bread for three weeks....really

I thought it would be super fun for us to play a game called "I'm right, You're wrong."

I'll give you an impartial description of two sides to a disagreement, and you pick the one you think is right.

FUN!

Disagreement: Should you tell family members that you'll be out of a kitchen for three weeks and invite them to invite you to dinner.

Disagreers: Ashley and her Mother.

Position One: Of course you ask family and friends when you need a hand or dinner or a kidney or an alibi or that you need a surrogate. Family and friends LOVE to help. And how would they know you need help if you don't ask. They are family after all.

Position Two: Only hillbillies and harlots invite themselves to dinner.

Now remember, it doesn't matter who is right (yes, it does) and don't spend all your time trying to figure out whose position is whose (if you pick wrong, you are dead to me). This is just an impartial (and FUN) look at two opposing sides to an argument.

Don't worry, your responses will be kept anonymous (no, they won't.)

Enjoy!



*I totally stole this idea from the brilliant Marinka. She knows stuff.

Thank goodness I look great in orange jumpsuits

It all started with a light.

One of those awful fluorescent lights with the plastic cover.

In a fit of impatience, I gently pulled my leg free from a cord.

So gently in fact, that my shoe came right off my foot and flew to the ceiling, breaking the plastic cover of our kitchen's overhead light. 

Sometimes I don't know my own strength.

Normal people would just replace the plastic covering and move on with their lives.

Apparently we are not normal people.

In our defense we do hate that light.

Is there a stronger word than hate? Because that would describe my feelings for the light.

But I can't just replace the light because I want to put in an island. If I'm going to replace the light, I should replace it with what I would put over an island.

I know. I baffle myself sometimes with my superior intellect.

Most husbands would say: "That's crazy! We aren't paying to put in an island just so you can fix a light!"

MY husband said: "While we're at it we should replace the cabinets, I hate these cabinets. And we might as well do the floor too. I hate this tile." He also probably said something about how amazing of a wife I am.

And then the world ceased to revolve on it's axis because I didn't know what to say.

I didn't want to do an entire kitchen remodel.

But it's happening people.

On Monday.

All because of a light.