So, I get home from picking up the kid from school and a quick errand, and John is home. I went in back to look at one of my pullets who was making odd noised earlier to see if she was still doing it, or if she was back to normal. I think she had something stuck in her craw, or she had just finished laying her first egg as I found a small egg under the bushes quite close to her... Anyway... My mom comes out and tells me that he had called the house before he came and asked if it was cleaned up, she said that toys were all over but other than that... same as normal. He brings his brother over. Ok... Note... his brother is fresh out of prison, never met the man, and you are going to not give me any notice that you are going to bring him to MY house to meet MY kids and shame me. Why do I say shame me? Because my pay check was a day late thanks to the holiday and I have to buy a new part for the vacuum, so my floors are an utter disgrace. If I know people are coming, I do at least like to run the vacuum and make sure the toilet isn't boy peed to bad. Not. A. Happy. Woman.
