Holidays are nearly over. Already. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was just leaving work. Now it's time to go back. Fair enough, it's only been two weeks, but a lot can happen in that time.
As you know, we have been settling in with a boarder. Whom I have christened the Chef. Because he is. We are still all getting used to each other, but even MOTH is getting used to having him there. I thought about it, and would have to say ... you know when a bunch of relatives you barely know land on your door to stay for a while? The ones that sort of take over and seem to be everywhere at once? The Chef is like that. All rolled into one person.
Funniest sight I have seen for a while happened the other day. MOTH was standing at the top of the hall in the lounge. Chef charged up the hall, grabbing MOTH on the shoulder with a yell. Truly, MOTH's feet actually left the floor. It left him standing and gasping, while shaking his shorts. It left me rolling helpless on the couch. I haven't had that much fun since MOTH got caught outside when lightning and thunder flashed at once, and left him dancing in the air.
See who is living at my house? And no comments about Mrs Claus either. The Teen and the Elder got into the spirit of the evening, even managing to drag one of their friends into decorating himself with tinsel and joining them. The recipients of the dress up and lolly distribution were the local NHW for the Carols by Torchlight. Apparently it was a roaring success. Santa was escorted to the part in a highway patrol car complete with sirens.
No pic of my pseduo-son in his decorations though. He's very camera shy. He calls me mum, and I will hug him and squeeze him and call him George. Wait, that's already taken. I will call him Sunny. For the purposes of this blog.
Sunny slept over the second weekend of my holidays. And again the following Friday and Saturday night. And maybe this weekend too. I don't mind. He's welcome any time.
Saturday I had another ring in. The Teen has a friend she's not sure if she's crushing on. He slept over Saturday night as well. I don't know where I manage to keep all these people. This lad is ok for a 15yo Skinny White Dude. Hereafter referred to SWD.
SWD is pleasant and polite. And, unfortunately, didn't seem altogether phased by me. Now that was a bit of a disappointment I can tell you.......
4 comments:
my god, how many guys has she got living there??? talk about getting it all over and done with from the start! hee hee
Gads, is that t-shirt still going???? Was that Moth dressed up? If so, he looks much better than normal! haha.
So, Sunny is the Son-In-Law-To-Be, Chef is, well the chief cook and bottle washer, and SWT is the next Son-In-Law-To_be...All I can say is Run, people! Run while you can! Get out NOW!!!
haha.
Yes! That tshirt is still going! And not falling apart at the seams either.
So.....:
Chef is the boarder.
Sunny is a friend of the girls who calls me mum.
SWD is a stray the Teen brought home. He phoned his mother from my place and had to put me on the phone while she checked that it was ok for him to stay there.....
SWD's mum is very smart - I make Jr Her's friends do the same or she doesn't go. She has one friend who always asks her over, but doesn't check with Dad. Like last weekend. Sam was ready to go, we were just waiting for the call, but it never came. Friend had not spoken to Dad so Jr Her was left waiting, again...
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