We got to experience another splish-splash moment yesterday. Meg and I were sitting on the couch watching an episode of Monk on Demand. (I know, we lead such exciting lives.) S came out of his room, towel around his neck, and said "Anyone need to get in the bathroom?" At the moment neither of us did. By the time the episode of Monk was over, and we had sorted the recycling, had a snack, remodeled the kitchen, organized the kitchen closet, and finished several days worth of dishes, Megan needed to pee. Badly. This would have been OK, except for one thing. S was still in the bathroom.
This seriously had to be over an hour. What can he be doing in there? He was still in there when we eventually left, and I drove her to Dunkin Donuts to pee. The water only ran off and on this time, with no discernible pattern, so it's not like he was on the can for the whole time. I just don't get it. Someone help. I think Megan has had it. She asked that from now on every single time he asks his fateful question I make sure she says yes as a "prophylactic measure." She's also decided "he's just a fucking weirdo."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment