Monday, June 18, 2007

OurDad's Father's Day or Perhaps it's Androgyny

We are still getting the house ready for this dismal market here in SE Michigan. It's so bad GreatMom had OurDad working on Father's Day. First he shoveled a truckload of mulch onto all the garden beds in the front yard, then he watered all the flowers and bushes (that global warming thing is acting up here in MI-- it hasn't rained on over a week and it's hot).

Then we took him out, for a break, to Home Depot his favorite store in the world so we could buy him some paint and trim. Then he painted the garage door. Then he installed trim around the entryway into the garage. He even put my bed back together, because they think the bunk bed makes my room look small. Yeah right... I think they just wanted to get rid of more of my stuff as if my whole life in Michigan wasn't enough.

Anyway OurDad was working and GreatMom was lounging around with me. Some days I wonder if our parents have any idea how much they are confusing the GirlChild and me.

Or perhaps GreatMom had this Father's day revenge planned since....

6 comments:

Miranda said...

You left out how you threw a certain friend under the wheels of the bus. Apparently, it is fun. Besides selling a house in this market would be a great example of delayed gratification.

SourDad said...

Free bed = under the bus?

Miranda said...

Dude, Elle was pissed. Her memory is a tad selective and your account of a certain friend's account of her adventure in home improvement differed greatly from Elle's mental image. Good thing you didn't hear how it was nice to work with people whose ADD far surpassed one's own just so that if one did think they had terrible ADD, one would then feel better by comparison.

"Maybe doing an allnighter was a bad idea." Like it was mine! Er, someones.

Anyway, Happy (belated) Father's Day!

SourDad said...

Oh, I get it. Sorry. :(
Sleep it does a brain good.

Miranda said...

The smile on the kids' faces made it all worth it. I feel like I could sleep for a week right now myself.

Miranda said...

Oh, and you know I just like to pick on people. Unlike certain mothers, I don't mean anything mean by it. I think if I were less exhausted, I would phrase that better.