Last Friday, RCC and I decided we'd run to dinner after a thing that the college was hosting. As we were finishing up dinner, I looked at my phone and realized that it was after ten and that Ashee-butt hadn't contacted me yet, so I texted her. Here's the text convo:
GD: Where are you?At this point, when the text came in I was busy paying the tab, so RCC took the phone and sent this message:
AB: On my way.
AB: Is okay if they stay over?
GD: Say what?
AB: Can they stay over
RCC as GD: We're having sex tonightIn no time at all, she called my phone:
AB: Moooooooooooooooommmmmmm! We were parked in front of the house and I was getting out of the car when you sent that to me. I got back in the car and shut the door. Why did you have to do that?I handed the phone to RCC so he could talk to her. I only heard his side of the conversation, but it went something like this:
GD: I don't know. Why don't you talk to RCC about it?
AB: Mooooooooooooooommmmmmm! Why don't you guys just go to a cheap motel if you've got to do that!
GD: Here, honey, why don't you talk to RCC?
"Why would I pay when it's free to use my own bed?....They can stay, but you might want to warn them it might be a little loud...They'll have to bring some headphones or something...well, 'cause there might be some banging around. It'll be loud...okay, see you later."And, that, my dear followers, is just one reason why my children will be in therapy their entire adulthood!