Sis, "Are you sure you are okay with everyone going to your house for Thanksgiving? Because if you are not, I'll tell Dad we can't make it."
Me, "Everyone's coming to my house for Thanksgiving?"
Setting: 3pm, Gary emerging from room for the first time (still in pj's)
Me, "Honey, this is is me asking for the 3rd day in a row that you bring up all the dirty dishes from the basement and get them in the dishwasher."
Gary, "I know. I know. I have more important things to do."
Me, "Like what?"
Gary, "Um... like fill out these job applications?" (said in the "parents are so stupid voice")
Me, deciding not to comment on the fact that he has apparently been sleeping all day, "Okaaay, do you think you could fit dishes in sometime in the next hour or two?" (I admit, there was a tone.)
In case you are interested:
It is okay with me if my sister, her husband, 3 young adult children, my father and his wife all show up here for Thanksgiving, particularly since they will be staying at a hotel and I long since figured out how to cook two turkeys in one oven.
Also, Gary did get all those dirty dishes up into the dishwasher. It wasn't a full load, but...
Thursday, August 18, 2011