The market, my parents, and Saturday Night Live

First, my parents and the market.

We went to the farmer's market this morning. Maybe I should've stayed home. There weren't too many wasps, but when I flinched, Dad yelled at me, saying that it provokes them. Uh, Dad, what the heck was I supposed to do! It buzzed right in my ear! It's human nature to recoil!

And then we're walking back to the car, and Dad makes a sudden left turn, and I'm standing with Mom in between the sidewalks, and a car is stopped in front of Mom. So what does mom say?

"Sam, pay attention! It's like walking with a ten-year-old!"

Well, it's not my fault that Dad decides to make sudden turns when there's cars coming out everybody's ears.

Then in the evening, Mom's mad because she told Dad that she wanted to order Chinese take-out, and he started drinking. He only had one beer, so he was okay to drive, but Mom wasn't too keen on it. Which I totally get. Then, when I wrote down what we wanted to order so that my dad could read it aloud over the phone, I asked him if he could read it, because I made some errors with the pen, and my writing is a bit small. So he read, "Pork fried vice...", because apparently, I can't write. So I flew into a rage, and he flew into a rage, and I went downstairs and put my headphones on until Mom called me upstairs to watch the Major League Soccer game (Toronto FC beat New York 3-1, by the way!!!!!).

And now, for the SNL portion of this post.

I started watching season one of Saturday Night Live this afternoon while my mom was making grape jam. I ate some of the grapes, and they were pretty sour, but good. I got to see John Belushi's impression of Joe Cocker, which was hilarious!