Thursday, December 30, 2010


So I went to the coast today to visit my good friend, the Beeg.  I left home around 9 a.m. to a flat tire.  But before that, I had to deal with leaving a list of instructions for Nick to clean up around the house and instructions for Frank to call the guy who bought our broken down van because he keeps calling and expecting me to go to the DMV with him to register the van.

So I leave the house, put air in the tire, pick up my girl Danette and her son and off we go for the 2 1/2 hour drive to Wilmington.  The weather was good, we got breakfast on the way and were at Michelle's by noon.  We had a great visit, the kids all had a wonderful time and we were heading home around 4:30.  

We stopped for dinner at a Golden Corral and on the way home from there I called my husband to let him know where we were at and asked if he made that call.

He didn't.  

He was also supposed to call the DMV (which was HIS idea) to see if I even needed to be there with this guy.

Didn't do that, either.

I drop off Danette, come home...

To a disaster.

Yep, Nick didn't do hardly ANYTHING around here.  As a matter of fact, one of the items on the list was to empty the bathroom garbage and he did...he just left it on the dining room table.


So I called and yelled at  him and then called Frank to yell at him (since I no longer had an audience like I did in the car) and then had to go about cleaning the house myself after 6 hours in the car for the day!

So thanks, guys.  Thanks a whole freakin lot for NOTHING.  I appreciate the help.


Petula said...

Wow, that was some rant. I'm sorry the guys let you down. Get some rest.

Ruth said...

Frank sounds like my dad, whenever mom is going to be out for the day she always has to tell him what there is to eat; she says he'd starve in front of a full fridge if she didn't.

Dumping the bathroom trash on the dining room table??? GAH-ROSS!!!!! What the h e double toothpicks was he thinking, huh?

I agree with Petula, you need a break!