Shrimp For Dinner
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine desertexposure.com "Dad, I'm cooking shrimp for dinner," my wife says. "Would you like regular or coconut?" Meanwhile, the guy who's actually helping make dinner--namely me --his opinion goes unrequested. I really can't get upset. My wife's just trying to make my father feel at home. It wasn't that long ago my beloved mother passed away. After a brief time of him living on his own, we decided to ask him to move in with us. It's not a decision I regret. Given the opportunity, I would do it all over again, but it's been tough. You can't have two alpha males in the same wolf pack without one wolf becoming incredibly annoyed at the other. "What?" my father says. "I'm cooking shrimp for dinner." "You're cooking dinner?" "Yes." "What are you cooking?" ...