First, Jeff and I were working on folding his laundry. He didn't feel well so naturally folding his jeans was just too tiring for him (even though I am the one with strep throat). He got pretty snippy with me over my folding skills, so I walked out of the laundry room, leaving him to his own technique. Since he felt bad, he tried to help me carry up some boxes to the attic, even though I told him I was fine. He kept pulling the boxes out of my hand, till he banged into the wall, knocking over my mom's picture. When he went to pick it up, he "accidentally" kicked it down the stairs, breaking the glass. I took the blame as my mom would have eaten him for dinner.
As we sat down to eat a nice home-cooked meal, Jeff was too tired to come to the dinner table. It almost would have been better if he stayed in his room, for as he showed up 20 minutes late, my mom asked him "what he wanted to do in his first weekend in Jersey". I told my mom we might go to the beach, check out the new wine bar overlooking the city, or actually go into the city (NYC that is). I really want to play in Central Park a little or check out a play before bar review begins. What did Jeff respond with? "I think I'm gonna go to Atlantic City alone. I'm really competitive".
hmm...if there was a way to insert crickets into this blog it would be great.....
Here were the responses of my family:
Judy - menacing glances at Jeff
Bill - disapproving silence and stare down
Brother - WTF giggle and simultaneous head shake
Me - red embarrassment.
It was only a matter of time.
***UPDATE: As Jeff is in AC right now, my mom cornered me and asked me who really broke the picture. Apparently, Jeff did the same thing earlier in the day when he was trying to help her, only the picture didn't break that time. As Reba would say, "you Mo-Ron".***
***UPDATE: As Jeff is in AC right now, my mom cornered me and asked me who really broke the picture. Apparently, Jeff did the same thing earlier in the day when he was trying to help her, only the picture didn't break that time. As Reba would say, "you Mo-Ron".***
Haha… When it comes to folding laundry it’s a team sport for Jeffery, yet going to Atlantic City must be accomplished solo. Dear Jeff, whenever Laura’s mom asks you what you want to do for the weekend, LIE. It’s not that hard. Just say you want to read to blind children or save dolphins… basically anything not involving the prostitution capital of the U.S. But if you must, at least save the A.C. excursion for weekend number two.
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