Okay so I went to work tonight. Right. Ya know, something I do on a daily basis. Work. Fun fun for me. So I was thinking about calling out anyway, I really didn’t want to go. I guess that’s how these things happen and why, right? Alright. We finished one job and they’re getting the next one set up. I had all my stuff done and this one was only 7 cartons. Easy. Simple. Plus I heard rumors about people being able to leave early (which of course my coordinator set straight – nobody’s leaving) so I was like OKAY so that’s fine, let’s get it done. My phone had already rang once.
…Then it rings again. I run and hide and answer it. It’s my mother. She says she wants me to get her pudding from the store in the morning. “And by the way, your son set a fire in the house.” Umm.. wait, excuse me??? My son set a fire. Oh yes, my 2 year old DEVIL set a fire in the oven. It was on, apparently, and my mother was in the bathroom and he has a habit of “accidently” throwing things in the oven. Yes, he says it’s accidents now. No, it’s not an accident when you throw something intentionally into the oven. Now my mother should know this since he threw his cell phone in there the other day that nothing is safe in this house. Nothing. Nothing at all. Again.. NOTHING!!! Okay so yeah. Anyhow.. who wants to hear their kid set a fire in the house while they’re at work? Okay, so I left work early. Nobody really believed my story.. until I showed the coord. my phone that ‘Home’ called. Yeaaaaaah okay. So yeah. That’s the story. Quick version, I’m guessing.
OH! He threw in… part of a small vacuum, a car, and cooking tongs. What a combination, eh?
…..So, should I kill him now??
