Frying chicken

Jill made dinner again today. Fried chicken, which she makes wonderfully. Our vacation here is winding down. Finally. After yesterday's fiasco, I do not want to spend another second with her mom.

Her mom hates anyone being in the kitchen, so she was hovering so closely, Jill thought she'd burn herself on the spattering oil.

Today her mom was mad that Jill wanted a funnel. Her mom doesn't own one. She admonished her husband for taking out the trash "wrong." I cannot figure out what he did. She was mad that he wanted to go for a walk because it she thought it was too hot out (it was 85 F/29 C). He had gone for a walk earlier and was fine.