Brighton Beach Memoirs

I recall this being a great movie- with many memorable lines and scenes. One scene that comes to mind is when the mother sends her son to the market for a little bit of butter one day, and a little bit the next. Her reasoning if I recall properly, is that if they should die, they don’t need extra butter.

Hubby went to two bulk stores this past weekend- had to get a few things. Now, typically he does not want to get texts from me saying, “don’t get this, don’t get that either,” but today he was going for 3 things: yogurt, dish detergent and sponges. If he was going to get a few more items- so be it, for I did say, “do not bring another snack into this house.”

Unfortunately, he felt the need to buy a 10 lb brick of Philadelphia Cream Cheese for our two princesses. That’s right, because they are “tired” of the whipped- the same whipped they have only inquired about for the past 8 months… whipped… Daddy can you get whipped…..?….. This whip…. not that whip….

Now, I am stuck trying to house this government ration of cheese, because hubby thought he could slice off thick slices of cream cheese to put in between their bagels.

About Lady in Red

mom of 3
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