Thanksgiving Day. 3 p.m.
I'd been running about much of the day, peeling potatoes, washing serving dishes, setting up the buffet table, moving furniture. The sounds of my productivity peppered with:
"Lex? Would you do me a favor?"
"Hey, Lex? Could you give me a hand?"
"Lex? Lex! Help please!"
The doorbell interrupted my progress - Acr0nym arriving early to help with what I politely told him would be "logistics".
He came in, dumped his stuff off, and went back to say hello to Lex. Lex got up from his desk, came out and shook hands with Acr0nym. "Good to see you, Man."
Then he looked at me, looked at Acr0nym and raised his hand in a high-five offering.
As Acr0nym took the high five, Lex said, "Tag, Man. You're it."
And then went back into his room and closed the door.
7 comments:
Why is it so hard to get help around the house?
I wish I could tag someone it!
I chuckled reading this post as it reminded me of something any one of my 6 brothers would do:)
No, they didn't!
Do men have to be so man-like?
But still funny.
That was (probably irritating) funny. Just a little, only a little. In a "damn men" sort of way.
I thought it was hysterical! In an eye-rolling sort of way lol.
Shouldn't be funny but it is. Sorry! My hubby and the neighbors would have heard me when that door closed. LOL!
~Virginia
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