Jul 01, 2008 12:49
We got pitched on Sunday to take in and feed a high school exchange student for a couple weeks, starting in mid-July.
So Mrs. Skeeter says, "we could do it... though we're moving in the middle."
I say, "hey, we can be one of those awful host families like in Bart Simpson where they force him to do hard labor the whole time he's in France... `get to work, you lazy furrner, move that furniture!'"
She laughed. I won't actually make them do anything.
But the food thing might be a pain. We have our pick of French, Spanish, Austrian, or Russian. I said, "whatever, give us someone who doesn't have a place." We feed em in the morning, drop them off at church in Pasadena, and pick em up in the evening and feed them dinner. Oh, and provide a bedroom.
Did I mention we're moving in the middle of this?