Food, Shelter and Wi-fi

Hey everyone this is Mr.T, I have come to find out I am pretty popular on this whole blog thing, so I thought i would try it out, and give you some insight on what it is like to live with the dreaded Kate. For those who do not know and for those that do know, Kate is my mother, a pretty good one at that also. As all of you have probably experienced you know that she thinks that she is super funny in the things that she blogs about and can’t wait to tell me about  it when i get home from school.

How about we make a list of the benefits of living with Kate:

Food, Shelter, Wifi

Alright know let us a list of the down sides of living with Kate;

For starters she makes me clean my room, also you wont believe this part she makes me do the dishes every night after we eat supper. Now if you thought that was bad you are not going to believe this one, she makes me shower. I mean come on really, what teenage boy wants to waste his time showering when he can go and roll around in the middle of a highway.

All on all she is a pretty cool person, unless I am driving, then she is crazy, and i want to take the time to thank all of you who are reading this because you all have made her spend less time with me, and i mean what teenage boy does not want that? Am i right? Cmon if you do not laugh it just seems mean…

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I Don’t Understand

Remember how I told you about my busy weekend? And how the weekend culminated with me helping mom rearrange her very heavy bedroom furniture?   I mean, super heavy, the night stands have 3′ granite tops and they were the lightest things in the room kinda heavy?

If you can't lift the furniture, all the sliders in the world can't help you!

If you can’t lift the furniture, all the sliders in the world can’t help you!

Okay, good.

So, that Sunday night I got a call at 9:45 from my mom.  I might paraphrase a bit, but below is how the conversation went:

Mom: What time is it?  We unplugged all the clocks during the move and I don’t know what time it is.

Me: 9:45

Mom: Okay, good, I wasn’t sure if it was 8:45 or 9:45.  Oh, guess what? We broke the bed when we moved it.

Me: Really?  No way!

Mom: I sat down to get ready for bed and it fell apart.

Me:  That’s not right!  I didn’t notice.

Mom:  Me either, but your dad is down in the garage getting some tools.  I guess even if we have to put a screw in it, it is still hand carved.  No one will know.  But I think we need to move the bed.

Me:  What do you mean?

Mom:  I’m not sure I like this layout.

Me:  I don’t understand.

Mom:  I wanted the bed over here to get the breeze, but I think the headboard will block it.

Me:  I don’t get it.

Mom:  We may have to go back to the way it was.  You think you might have some time this week…

Me:  I don’t know what you are saying.

Mom:  (pause)  Maybe I can wait for your sister this weekend.

Me:  You are living with it for a week!

Mom: Well, we do have to fix the bed – here comes your dad, he’s a sight in his slippers, underwear and tool box! Oh, he doesn’t find this funny, I gotta go…

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Disclaimer:  Dad, on the off chance you find this blog, I’m hoping that we’ve gotten to the point where you find the story funny! 🙂 xoxo