OK, so my in laws are STILL here. For those of you keeping count, that is a whopping 14 days of family fun, with a bonus 34 hours still to enjoy. At this point, my vital organs are starting to shut down from so much repressive behavior and I have taken to hiding in the deepest recesses of my closet, stringing together reams of curse words, just to keep me from losing my mind. Right now, I am pretending to work on some proposal so that I can just get a few precious moments to myself.
Oh, did I mention, Bean has the stomach funk... and through some weird series of poorly thought-out events (the exact order of which I am still struggling to put together as I was out of the house at the time), he was able to walk the house naked and drop a load of diarrhea on the carpet in front of the TV.
Can you sense the excitement in my tone, can you hear my ass clenching with delight? Can you? I thought so.
Where is Dick Cheney and a covey of quail when you need them?
Daddymatic and I are soul-lessly laughing at your predicament. But, hey, what goes around, comes around: D-unit has awakened the last ten days by filling not only his dipe but his jammies (in his SLEEVES, people) with Mother Nature's Smelly Mucousy Goodness. Ugh.
Posted by: stefanierj | Wednesday, February 15, 2006 at 09:42 PM
Two weeks are too long to spend with your OWN family, let alone in-laws.
Posted by: Chag | Wednesday, February 15, 2006 at 11:45 PM
Oh, I am so sorry. Hang in there.
Posted by: chichimama | Thursday, February 16, 2006 at 05:16 AM
14 DAYS! How are you still breathing?!?!? I can only take an hour at a time with my in-laws.
Posted by: Stacy | Wednesday, March 08, 2006 at 12:57 PM
Oh, you are a true soldier. I cannot even imagine.
Posted by: Holly | Monday, March 13, 2006 at 10:04 PM