While organizing my manuscript notes, I came across a conversation that my dad and I had probably sometime last year, which I jotted down so I wouldn't forget and then promptly forgot. I remember the conversation well, though, because it's one we have often—just sub in a different vegetable. Let's listen in:
Him: You think because you like everything, it makes you special? It just means you have no standards.
Me: Oh, really!
Him: No standards whatsoever!
Me: No, it means I'm able to recognize the merits of a wide variety of things. Maybe if you tried some different foods, you too would learn to recognize deliciousness when it hits you in the face.
Him: Standards mean things have to live up to something for you to accept them. I like fewer things, ergo I have higher standards.
Me: Oh, for god's sakes, are you going to eat those artichokes or not?
Him: I don't like artichokes.
Me: *sigh*
Children are easier to reason with!
DNN Quik Poll Who won the debate?
Dad 80% Tammy 10% No Comment 10%*
*Husband
Posted by: Disinterested Observer | October 17, 2012 at 02:37 PM
Guess I'll go back to my binder! :(
Posted by: Tammy | October 17, 2012 at 03:01 PM