This Carlos story needs a flashback because we dig deep …
When we first moved to Camden and purchased Casa Bob y
Carlos, we asked Carlos’ Aunt Gloria to visit, and she did … in December when
it’s frigid in Camden. And Gloria had only ever lived in Mexico City and Miami
and San Juan, so the cold was not her thing. But we tried to make her comfortable
and raised the heat while she was here; it got so hot in the house I was in
T-shirt and shorts the whole time, but Gloria never felt warm. One day she
opened the door to her room and shouted down the hallway:
“Please, boys, turn up the heat. I will happily pay the
bill.”
Turn it up we did but she was never warm—which is why she
never visited in winter again—but the joke was on us because when she left and
I was cleaning the guest room I noticed the vents in her room, and in her
bathroom, were all closed! Oy.
So, cut to this morning, and I turn on the AC at about 7:30.
We keep the AC at 80-degrees because there are ceiling fans in every room and
the house stays cool, but as I walked into the kitchen Carlos says:
“I’ll gladly pay the AC bill for some cool air.”
And I responded thusly:
“You picked the wrong morning to fuck with me.”
“What—"
“I got the most horrendous cramp in my foot at 3AM and
couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. I got up to take an aspirin hoping that
would ease the pain and hobbled into the kitchen to find … we had no aspirin or
Tylenol or anything thing. So I lay in bed wincing and tossing and turning.”
“I thought I told you we needed Ty—”
“Nope, save that story, sister, because if you’d said we
needed Tylenol we would have Tylenol.”
“Well, I also had a bad night’s sleep because when I came to
bed at 11:30 your phone kept making that sound it makes when you plug the
charger into it and I had to get up in the dark and search the room for your phone
to unplug it and plug it back in and then try to get some sleep.”
“Did you get some sleep?”
“I did.”
“Well I didn’t get any sleep and so now you will be paying
for that for the rest of your natural life.”
Well, at least until the end of the day. |
Oh my, that closed vents story!!!! Poor Aunt Gloria!
ReplyDeleteWe never told her but she preferred visiting us in warmer weather!
DeleteAnd we learned to check the vents when we have house guests.
Spouses...if they would only _____. amiright?
ReplyDeleteBut Rosie looks so sweet....
It's not just cats that do weird things (although Wolfie frequently walks across my keyboard when I am trying to type something) at my friend's house a few weeks ago I was sitting back on the sofa when her youngish springer spaniel, named Mimi, ran across the top of the sofa and over my head. Colour me surprised and my friends falling about laughing.
ReplyDelete“Save that story, sister” is now added to my vocabulary and LOL at that meme of Mitch the conflicted ass kissing ghost.
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