Saturday, January 03, 2009
Wet Shoes in the house.
So the other day I'm out snowblowing the driveway or something and I come inside wearing my wet shoes.
And my oldest daughter is sitting there.
Here is that riveting conversation:
OLDEST DAUGHTER: "Mom is gonna kill you for being in the living room with wet shoes."
ME: "Listen...this is MY house, I paid for it, and I'll do whatever it is I damn well please. MY house."
OLDEST DAUGHTER: "She's gonna kill you."
ME: "I don't take orders from her. I do what I want, when I want. It's MY house."
OLDEST DAUGHTER: :::stares:::
ME: "Do me a favor?"
OLDEST DAUGHTER: "Sure...what?"
ME: "Don't tell your mother I was in here with wet shoes."