My mom and I were sitting in my air-conditioned camper when my youngest daughter opened the door. She was attempting to balance a plate of food and a pop while holding onto the door and keeping Zeus, our 100-plus-pound chocolate lab from grabbing and/or drooling on her sandwich.
My Mom: Why isn’t he allowed in the camper?
Me: Because he shed.
Me to Maxine: Why are you in the camper.
Maxine: Because I don’t shed.
Needless to say, she was allowed to eat her lunch in the camper.
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Amanda also came to eat her lunch in the camper.
Amanda: I told Autumn this should be the parents’ house and the house is for the kids.
Me: Sounds good to me. I have the air conditioning.
Amanda: But you still have to pay the bills.










