I pray I grow into a gracious old lady In advance - I apologize for posting yet another story with more of the same crap about living with an elderly parent. Here is the story... saga... my complaint... by bitch... my moan. While I was getting dinner started, mom obviously heard me moving around in the kitchen. I know this because it wasn't long before she showed up to see what was going on (read: looking food laying around to eat), She asked if there was anything she could do to help. Good start... I asked if she wanted to learn how to make pizza dough, "Would you like to help me?" Her reply; "No" I said, "There is no hand mixing or kneading, all we have to do is measure the ingredients and put them into the KitchenAid, it does all the work." Her reply: "Oh" Can anyone tell me - Why did she ask? Couldn't she have at least come into the kitchen and watch... look slightly interested... measured a couple of teaspoons of salt? Mayb...
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