Growing up, I think you just get used to all the weird stuff your family has in their house. It's only when you come back for a visit years later that you notice that maybe some things aren't...quite...normal.
Is it just me, or do everyone's parents have a vintage sewing machine in their front hall?
I think it wasn't until I had my very own silverware after getting married that I realized that it's not normal for every single spoon to be bent back to a certain degree. I think that's why I hated emptying the dishwasher so much - the spoons never spooned properly.
Wooden ducks on the fireplace? Normal? Anyone? This thing has been there for as long as I can remember.
Here's a two-in-one: a large pile of almost-rotting fruit and vegetable waste waiting to go out to the compost pile (complete with buzzing fruit flies); and a picture of an old, dead ancestor. Those things are everywhere in this house.
Liquid soap OR soap dish, mom. I don't think you can have it both ways.
Some of you may remember the diarrhea box. What I failed to notice at the time was that pasted to the door of the medicine cabinet is a newspaper article describing a home remedy for - you guessed it - diarrhea. What is going on here??
Does anyone else go home rarely enough that the kind of idiosyncrasies we grew up with suddenly become apparent?
Is it just me, or do everyone's parents have a vintage sewing machine in their front hall?
I think it wasn't until I had my very own silverware after getting married that I realized that it's not normal for every single spoon to be bent back to a certain degree. I think that's why I hated emptying the dishwasher so much - the spoons never spooned properly.
Wooden ducks on the fireplace? Normal? Anyone? This thing has been there for as long as I can remember.
Here's a two-in-one: a large pile of almost-rotting fruit and vegetable waste waiting to go out to the compost pile (complete with buzzing fruit flies); and a picture of an old, dead ancestor. Those things are everywhere in this house.
Liquid soap OR soap dish, mom. I don't think you can have it both ways.
Some of you may remember the diarrhea box. What I failed to notice at the time was that pasted to the door of the medicine cabinet is a newspaper article describing a home remedy for - you guessed it - diarrhea. What is going on here??
Does anyone else go home rarely enough that the kind of idiosyncrasies we grew up with suddenly become apparent?