|Dang, I'm going to miss these folks|
Larry spent the day completing his destruction of the main basement area, which I think was his way of adjusting, so hey, I didn't get in the way. Brian helped, but I don't think he was too happy about it.
All in all, a good, productive day, until we came home from the movie theater and Rachel rolled her eyes at me one too many times. She then tried telling me what was and wasn't her job. I explained that her job was whatever I said it was. Sheesh, Michelle wouldn't take that nonsense from Sasha, I'm sure of it. See what happens when the Obamas leave?
I paid for that girl's movie ticket, too. I want my money back.
|Looks like a hotel!|
Don't worry, honey, give us a few months - I'm sure we'll fix that.
And then Brian said, "Oh, hey, I'm going to shower in there now; it looks way better than our other bathroom."
Isn't that cute that he thinks I'll let him do that? Larry will be lucky if I let HIM in that bathroom. I'm thinking I'll just move a small (really small) desk in there and make it my office. A room of my own, as it were...
I'm sure Michelle Obama would approve.
[Obama photo: Wikipedia]