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    Wednesday, March 30, 2005

    Orange you glad I didn't say bananna?

    Reason #1 as to why I can't live with my parents, even though I totally love love love them and am glad that they are visiting:

    They like to open closed doors.

    Without knocking.

    Even if you're behind the closed door.

    Pooping.

    In your own house.

    In your own master bathroom.

    And before leaving to use the bathroom you declare, "I'm going to the bathroom...to poop. I'll be back in 35-45 minutes."

    And then after you freak out and yell, "I'M IN HERE!!! GET OUT!!!" They say, "I'm sorry, mija. I was just wondering where you keep the sponges."

    And then you yell out, "To wash the dishes? It's in the little sponge dish right on top of the sink."

    And then they say, "No. To wash the car."

    Silent pause...

    Me: "Why do you need to know that information now? It's 11pm."

    Them: "Oh yeah. Never mind."

    Parents...can't live with them, can't live without their money.

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    posted by The Merry Widow at 12:59 PM |

    5 Comments:

    Commented by Anonymous Anonymous:


    Gotta love the parents. A couple years ago, this would have mortified me. It's rare these days that I get to poop in private.


    March 30, 2005 9:27 PM 
    Commented by Anonymous Anonymous:


    Never let The Hubs come to your house. He has been known to barge in on poopers. And why bother washing the car? The pollen is just gonna get it. But? If they want..I have two they can work on when they're done.


    March 31, 2005 10:38 PM 
    Commented by Blogger The Merry Widow:


    Yeah, I'm not letting your hubs or his camera anywhere near me while I'm dropping my kids off at the pool.


    April 01, 2005 10:30 AM 
    Commented by Anonymous Anonymous:


    To your previous post...

    ...maybe it's simply because playing frisbee in the park is boring? Because it is. Downright and completely.

    But don't take my word for it.


    April 02, 2005 11:16 PM 
    Commented by Blogger The Merry Widow:


    I agree, pinkstiletto. But don't tell Guy #3 that I said that.


    April 04, 2005 10:27 AM 

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