Sunday, March 6, 2016

1:00 On A Weekday

I worked late on Thursday night in an attempt to meet a few early Friday morning deadlines. By the time Friday morning hit, I was relatively burned out with work. It was a beautiful day in Salt Lake City and I've been antsy to get started on some yard work. Mostly just stuff I was supposed to do in the fall but didn't get around to because tv and eating.

So I decided to play hooky and take the afternoon. I got home around 1:00.

I need you to remember that this was a weekday. It was 1:00 on a weekday when I got home.

About five minutes after I walked through door, I heard the door open again. Matt and Ollie wandered in.

At 1:00. On a weekday.

Eli: Oh. Hi.

Matt: Hey. [Matt opens the fridge; retrieves some Diet Coke]

Eli: Uh . . . What are you up to?

Matt: We just came over to play.

Eli: How did you know I was going to be home?

Matt: We didn't.

Eli: So you just hoped I would be home? At 1:00? On a weekday?

Matt: No. We assumed you wouldn't be here. We'll stay out of your way.

And they did. For the next seven hours, until it was time for Matt to take me to the airport to catch a flight, they played in the backyard, they took a nap in the basement, they did Matt's work, they played games on Matt's phone, etc.

I finally feel some vindication for all of those times my friends have told me I'm crazy for insisting that stuff gets moved around and food gets eaten while I'm at work.



~It Just Gets Stranger

21 comments:

  1. I do this to my brother all the time (show up at his house during the week and touch all his stuff and eat his food and let my kids touch all his stuff).

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  2. Does Matt also work for google fiber?

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    1. Good catch, Suzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Thank God we're all family here & have each others backs.

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  3. My friends and I had keys to each others houses growing up. It wasn't at all uncommon to come home to someone sleeping in my bed or making dinner. When my friend moved away to college she came home to find that I had moved into her room. Are these things not normal?

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  4. If you give a mouse a cookie . . .

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    1. Then Eli will want a cookie too...and a bag of peanut m&m's...and a couple bananas...and then the poor checker at the grocery store will be so confused.

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    2. Isn't it moose? Give a Moose a cookie? I don't mind the Moose moving in. I would rather that than the Mouse.

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    3. The mouse gets the cookie, the moose gets a muffin, the pig gets a party, and the cat gets the cupcake.

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    4. I thought the pig gets a pancake? Mmmmmm pancakes.

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    5. Pancake. Cause then syrup, and bath, etc.

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    6. We haven't read the pancake book here, but pig also gets a party. She wants balloons, and to decorate, she gets dressed and invites her friends, then havoc ensues.

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    7. Sounds exactly like Eli.

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    8. Eli's life....explained.

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  5. But what about the Tee-Shirts???

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    1. Matt is nearly done with some designs. And they are awesome.

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    2. This seriously makes my day better :)

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    3. I will buy all of them. ALL OF THEM.

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  6. Oh my! Doesn't validation feel great though?!! ELI YOU ARE NOT CRAZY CONGRATS!

    *Throws confetti at the screen*

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    1. *has to break out the handheld vac, realizes some of the confetti is super-tiny, and has gotten in the spaces between the keys of the keyboard, and has to break out the phillips-head screwdriver to take laptop apart; discovers the canned air is empty and the handheld vac has insufficient sucking power, and there are too many screws when trying to rebuild laptop. Sits and cries; calls Daddy for moral support*

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