Oh... the irony.
These conversations are the very reason that I need to produce (and star in) my own reality show. I really crack myself up...
Grandma: (picking up some dead carnations of my kitchen table) "Honey, do want to keep these?"
Me: (a little confused) "Uhh... No thanks, they're pretty dead."
Grandma: "Well, you know... I didn't know if they were special and you wanted to press them."
Me: (balancing on the kitchen counter, frantically arranging artificial fall foliage atop the cabinets) "Pitch them... we're in survival mode... and survivors don't press carnations."
Pause to reflect... perhaps there is a thin line between pressing carnations and arranging fall foliage when you're in survival mode... but the line must be drawn somewhere.
Grandma: (picking up some dead carnations of my kitchen table) "Honey, do want to keep these?"
Me: (a little confused) "Uhh... No thanks, they're pretty dead."
Grandma: "Well, you know... I didn't know if they were special and you wanted to press them."
Me: (balancing on the kitchen counter, frantically arranging artificial fall foliage atop the cabinets) "Pitch them... we're in survival mode... and survivors don't press carnations."
Pause to reflect... perhaps there is a thin line between pressing carnations and arranging fall foliage when you're in survival mode... but the line must be drawn somewhere.
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