meet the 'rents
So Josh came over here today. I was supposed to go to him but my ma threw a tiny fit about it and when I mentioned it (totally planning to ignore her concerns anyway) he asked if it would be okay then if he came here. So...we're supposed to be watching Ghost Stories... and...and...you've been to my house. Oh...if I knew saying it aloud or even writing it down would make a difference I'd swear to never put myself in a position where I had to clean so much in so little time ever again.
Well anyway... my mom cooked dinner (though we actually ate after everyone) and he was sooo damned polite when he came in that it kind of freaked her out. Oh my goodness someone trained this boy well.
But mostly we spent the night entertaining Spud. Sure we did finally get the PS2 working and the dvd playing, and sitting on my newly vaccuumed floor. But Spud kept refusing to go to bed, insisting first that Josh had to leave first and second that Josh had to stay the night. Oh. My. Gods. It just never ends with Spud. Though, I keep getting these like saint points or at least virtue points (because of all the patience I seem to exude) whenever someone sees me with Spud. It kinda weirds me out, because I don't think I'm being all that nice. But anyway...I did torture the poor boy by letting him read the Easter Island story...which was sooo crappily written, btw. Because it would keep him occupied while I was putting the brat to bed.
Oh yeah...so not coming here again if Spud isn't preoccupied with something else.
Well anyway... my mom cooked dinner (though we actually ate after everyone) and he was sooo damned polite when he came in that it kind of freaked her out. Oh my goodness someone trained this boy well.
But mostly we spent the night entertaining Spud. Sure we did finally get the PS2 working and the dvd playing, and sitting on my newly vaccuumed floor. But Spud kept refusing to go to bed, insisting first that Josh had to leave first and second that Josh had to stay the night. Oh. My. Gods. It just never ends with Spud. Though, I keep getting these like saint points or at least virtue points (because of all the patience I seem to exude) whenever someone sees me with Spud. It kinda weirds me out, because I don't think I'm being all that nice. But anyway...I did torture the poor boy by letting him read the Easter Island story...which was sooo crappily written, btw. Because it would keep him occupied while I was putting the brat to bed.
Oh yeah...so not coming here again if Spud isn't preoccupied with something else.