When I pulled up to the house where the family that I babysit for has recently moved and noticed the gray truck outside, I knew it meant one thing -- David, the college-aged son of my boss Janice, was back. Despite the fact that David has always been nothing but nice to me, I still hated to see that he followed the family from the old house to the new one.
David is lazy and irresponsible (the fact that Janice has to hire a babysitter to take care of the kids when there is a grown man living in the house rent free should tell you something.) In addition, the kids and I feel more relaxed when he is not there. The boys can have the run of the house without fear of being yelled at for simply being kids. Not having David there would have made all of our lives a little more pleasant.
After going inside and getting settled in my room, I pull out my cell phone and send The Boyfriend a text message that reads: "David is back. Ugh."
Sixty seconds later, as I'm talking to Janice in her bedroom, her cell phone makes a noise. She removes it from her purse, flips it open and begins reading.
"Did you send this to me?" she asks, " 'David is back. Ugh.' "
I gasp the mother of all gasps. After sucking all of the oxygen out of the room, I cover my mouth to hold it in for a moment before releasing it.
"Did I send that to YOU?!?" I exclaim as air rushes out again.
Janice chuckles. "Yes, you did but that's okay. I feel the same way."
We proceed to have a good laugh (I'm SO glad she has a sense of humor about the whole thing) and she went on to explain how she loves her son but hates it when he's an ass and wishes he was out of the house too. She also added that he is only staying temporarily while he looks for a second job. I was relieved to hear that.
Janice should consider herself lucky that the text I sent her only contained disparaging remarks about her son. I could have accidentally sent her one of those naughty messages that I'm prone to sending The Boyfriend. Talk about embarrassing.
I can hear it now -- You wanna do what to me?
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You can send the naughty message to me. I won't be embarrassed. I probably won't be able to oblige either, but it's the thought that counts, anyway.
David, ugh!
Man, that's too unreal...a worst fear come true. Good thing she agreed! Modern technology gets us back!
LOL. I've done that once before - was complaining about my belligerent drunk friend and texted it to her instead of our friend.
Ugh. I've done that too (accidentally emailed the person I was ragging on.) It's the sickest feeling in the world. Glad she thought it was funny.
LOL... oh my gosh.. that sounds like something I would do totally!
At least she handles it well!
Oh gosh my stomach is nervous from just thinking about it..I better be careful!
lol
M
ooh! but what would you have said? tell us!
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