SO, the parents were visiting last weekend. And I was explaining the NOT IT rules to them, which made them laugh. Actually, Hubby and I were having a standoff in regards to the vomit by our bed. See why.
After explaining the rule, while we all watched Hubby clean up the vomit, I learned of the way my parentals dealt with the NOT IT rule way back when (yea, they are old school); it’s weird that they were that clever back in the day.
Dad (talking to Hubby): Ugh I know all to well what it is like to clean up cat puke.
Mom (under her breath): pshaw.
Dad: Yea, I usually had your mom clean up the vomit because I don’t know how.
Me: HA HA HA HA! What do you mean?
Dad: Well, your mother knows what special products to use on the carpet so it wouldn’t stain. I didn’t. So, it was better that she do it.
Me: 1. I don’t believe that and 2. I am going to use that now too!
Hubby: Don’t give her ANY more ideas!
And that, dear readers, is NOT it old school style.
In order for Hubby to make his plane tomorrow, I have to get up at 3:30AM. He is going to OWE me big time after this one. As if, getting up at 4:30AM is not ungodly enough. Tomorrow is going to be my grumpiest day EVER….that is until I get my Guiness. Stay away, I warn you….just stay away.
THIS is not going to be pretty.
I think I should make him walk to the airport; what do you think?
Lesson of the day: Never underestimate me because I am THAT good.
I have just gotten out of bed, despite the fact that the pets have been at me for hours trying to wake me up to feed them—-banging my head, meowing, doing my hair, pawing at the blinds, whining, crying, vomiting, you name it they did it. But, I have not moved, not even flinched in fear of them seeing any sign of movement. It is better they think I am still asleep, so they can move on to torment someone ELSE.
Eventually, Hubby finally gets his sorry you know what out of bed to feed them, after I literally push him out of bed. I mean, it is ME who feeds them all week long, it won’t kill him to do weekend detail.
After he comes back to bed, and I get up, he sidesteps the vomit and snidely says:
Hubby: NOT IT!
Me: Doesn’t count!
Hubby: Yes it does!
Me: Nope, I called sometime around 4:30ish AM, not my fault you didn’t hear it. So, you already lost your chance.
Hubby: It doesn’t count if I don’t hear it.
Me: Yes it does…because you were right by me…you just CHOSE not hear me. IT COUNTS!
UPDATE: Rae heard me call NOT IT at 4:30. I WIN.
The Torment: Hubby is holding up Boston to say hello (if you can’t already tell he was NOT pleased!)
Paybacks are a Bitch:
A present awaits Daddy from the Cats...paybacks for torment
The Guilty Party:
We are so cute, we do no wrong
Me: NOT IT