Typical Friday Night

First, just a random thought: I hate the term "bumping uglies." Why, in the world, would anyone feel compelled to use that description?!

Moving on... I feel like I must share this story, as it totally sums up my home life!

Last night was a typical Friday... I got off of work, Kellen was at home doing some studying, so I ran to Wade & Michelle's to pick up some stuff I bought from Mary Kay. I get home about 8:15, and I walk in the door of my apartment... SMOKE EVERYWHERE!

I asked Kellen what in the world was going on, and then he told me: he had cooked himself some egg sandwiches! The WHOLE apartment (all 300 square feet of it) smells like egg, burnt egg. So, agitated, I ask him why the window is all messed up (the curtains are janky and the blinds have been toussled). He tells me the window is open. Well he has the blinds closed! So, I ask him what he thinks he is accomplishing by leaving the windows open with the blinds completely shut?!

Mind you, while all of this is happening, he is barely phased, because he is attentively watching RAMBO. I tell him to open the door, and turn the fan on, so I can see the other side of the apartment (since the smoke has literally clouded the apartment at this point). As SOON as Kellen opens the door, Chewie SHOOTS out the door like he has never seen the light of day! So now, here goes Kellen chasing after him, egg sandwich in hand, chasing him around the apartment complex!!

OMG! I mean, sure I started out irritated, but at this point it was like a family comedy! all of a sudden I am a Griswold and everything that can go wrong does! Once I finally got Sylvester Stalone off of the TV, I could finally have a good laugh! (I hate Rambo by the way). I even woke up laughing about it this morning...