WTF People I live with: We are only 36 hours into summer vacation and my daughters are whining that they’re bored. Next Monday they start their various sports camps. That’s only 5 days in which they need to entertain themselves. Hello, there’s a pool in the back yard, books on the book shelves and heaven forbid, always laundry to help with. I’m contemplating locking the lot of them outside during the daytime and only allowing them house priviledges to use the bathroom. They can eat outside. Heck, I’d toss them some toilet paper and tell them to do their other business outside too, except our neighbors are kind of uppity.
Speaking of laundry, this morning my DH wandered into the kitchen and asked me to help him find clean underwear. Seriously! Dude, you’re going to be 45 years old on Sunday and I know for a fact that there must be at least one little old pair of skivvies lurking in the mammoth pile of unfolded clothes next to the bed. Besides, you’re in the military, can’t you turn the pair you have on inside out or go commando?
That’s it, I’m visiting Sven today!