Dinners at the in-laws are always full of advice.
While Old Man was cooking dinner the last time we were there, I pulled up a stool to sit while I watched and chatted with them. I'm still pretty tired these days, and there is nothing I like more than sitting when I can. However, these actions led to a somewhat lengthy conversation in a language I do not understand most days.
Like I said, fine by me. Having just gotten off work, I was more than content to sit and zone for a minute.
My daydreams were interrupted with the sudden translation of: "Dad's saying: Don't sit on cutting boards and saw tables."
Now, I am pretty sure that it has never once, in my 29 years of life, occurred to me to sit on either of these objects. But, carrying a small one inside of you can make you do crazy things. (As I've been saying for the past three months: Blame the hormones.) Far be it from me to omit the inclination to sit on a device used for cutting from possibly pregnancy brain decisions.
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