We used to eat at 8 or 9. When I was still working as a surgeon, my wife would often feed the kids, and eat with me after the kids went to bed.
(Once, when I was away for a few days at a medical meeting, my wife told the two girls while sitting at their Thursday dinner 'Daddy's coming home tomorrow.' The girls response: 'Daddy's gone?' Sad but true.)
My wife gets hypoglycemic attacks, they come suddenly and she feels panicky and starts eating whatever she can grab from the fridge. And, they will trigger a migraine. So, we are eating earlier and earlier. Plus, if the grandkids are over, they need to go home, bathe, get ready for bed, etc.
So, pretty soon we'll be like the old folks in Del Boca Vista from Seinfeld: 'Well, look who's eating at six o'clock!' In Yiddish we call that 'hochmas', having an air of superiority.
Well, look who's eating at six o'clock. Your suddenly well-to-do president. But, you enjoy your last meal in office. Tomorrow, when they kick you out, you'll have plenty of time to drive around in your Cadillac.
(Once, when I was away for a few days at a medical meeting, my wife told the two girls while sitting at their Thursday dinner 'Daddy's coming home tomorrow.' The girls response: 'Daddy's gone?' Sad but true.)
My wife gets hypoglycemic attacks, they come suddenly and she feels panicky and starts eating whatever she can grab from the fridge. And, they will trigger a migraine. So, we are eating earlier and earlier. Plus, if the grandkids are over, they need to go home, bathe, get ready for bed, etc.
So, pretty soon we'll be like the old folks in Del Boca Vista from Seinfeld: 'Well, look who's eating at six o'clock!' In Yiddish we call that 'hochmas', having an air of superiority.
Well, look who's eating at six o'clock. Your suddenly well-to-do president. But, you enjoy your last meal in office. Tomorrow, when they kick you out, you'll have plenty of time to drive around in your Cadillac.
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