My grandparents don't have enough to do....

As I'm sure you are aware from previous post there have been some huge remodeling going on around here. We finally have it mostly done. Even the little small details like...the existenes of walls....have been taken care of. Even more so we have base boards! Base boards are amazingly cool.

Yeah, they need to be cleaned or they don't look presteen white unlike normal stuff like...no...base...boards.

Um yeah.

Actually it looks beautitul and we are very happy. I'll get some pictures up.....eventually. :D

But why have we gone through all of this headach of not only remodeling but adding on...well...lots.

Basically my grandparents (mom's folks) have moved into the attatchment next door. They have a kitchen, living room, spare bedroom, two bathrooms, regular bedroom, food storage and a huuuuuuuge walk in closet. I can fit my bedroom in there. WITH my closet.

Sickening I tell ya.

So now that all of that work has been done and everything is slowing down my hyper active grandparents have devoted their time to...other things.

Take mom and dad's bed. I'm sitting in our new living room when my brother comes up and says, "Hey grandma has a job for you both to do." And he leads me to my parents room and my grandma is taking the comforter off their bed.

And you know what my grandma asks me?

Get this -

Do you know how to short sheet a bed?

I took one look at my grandma and said, "Oooooo they going to kill yoooouu!"

Of course knowing this still didn't stop me from helping her "fix" the best.

So mom and dad come home from dinner and a movie (btw this all took place on their wedding anniversary) and dad comes a little later asking about the bed.

I just say that it was grandma and grandpa's idea. They wanted to make the bed. They hadn't gone into yet. Nick and I just look at each other like, "This is going to be interesting."

Next thing I know my mom comes out of the room saying," Ok! I only have one question!"

Nick starts pointing at me! Like it's my fault! And I yell, "IT WASN'T ME!!"

Mom looks confused for a split second and then she gets that, I-was-worried-before-but-now-I-know-something-is-up look on her face and say, "What!" Which really meant tell me what's going on or I'll kill you!

I defiantly say, "Nothing, what's you question."

We do this for a few seconds before mom finally says, "Why were my parents in my room to even NOTICE my bed wasn't made?"

Dang it we could have gotten away with it!

So we had to tell them what happened. Fist mom says, "Those people don't have enough to do." and as she walks away says, "I'm telling dad on you."

When Nick and I are left alone to ponder the consequences of our actions like good children that get in trouble he says

"We really need to be better about sticking together when we get in trouble."