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.
Even if you're behind the closed door.
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."
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.
Labels: Parental Units
Go Ahead, Share Your Thoughts! .