FCM, believe me: my brother watches TV upstairs in the wee hours of the night with the volume turned down (since my parents’ bedroom is next to the living room), and they still complain they can hear it. Or is that when he goes to the bathroom (which is right next to their room) and starts shoewring and / or brushing his teeth? At any rate, 5 teenage girls can’t hold a candle to the noise my brother and his friends make when they’re all jamming downstairs. (and these are guys in their early 20s or late teens!)
FCM, do you think you should send an email to the Bahraini consulate. The Sultan might be interested.
And, Cartooniverse, your chastising is uncalled for in this instance. The Morman polygamist sects have been in the news a lot lately, and no indictment of Mormanism, etc. was expressed above.
I mean, sheesh, one of Arizona’s second tier governor candidates is running on the platform that he’ll “have the guts” to arrest and prosecute these people while his opponents do not.
Lighten up. It makes your fire more effective if you use it when it’s actually warranted.
FCM, how is she at housework? With the recent developments in my wife’s health, we’re considering the concept of hiring some part-time home service. I’ve been lobbying to just find one or two young girls who need a place to live, while the LurkMistress keeps asking if Mel Gibson is available.
LurkMeister, you sound like my husband. Some years back, we discussed the possibility of adoption so the Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup] could know the joys of sibling rivalry. However, we couldn’t agree on one small detail. I thought a toddler or younger child would be fine, but he felt it had to be a 19-year-old Swedish bikini model. :eek: But to answer your question, yes, she does housework, and she scoops up after the doggies.
Further update - when she got home from work, my kid apologized again. Apparently (I don’t remember this) the last time she had friends spend the night, I slept thru everything. So they were surprised that I heard them last night. And it’s not like they were rowdy, but when the world is dark and quiet, even conversational tones are loud. In addition, one of the guests came by to pick up her stuff, and she apologized too. So I guess I’ll hold on to my Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup] a bit longer. But, FallenAngel, I’ll check out the Sultan just in cast there’s a next time. And F_X, while your brother may well be loud, I’ll wager he doesn’t have the high-pitched teenage-girl giggle that is so piercing.
And Toons, I’m sure RTF didn’t mean nuttin’ offensive. He’s one of the few Dopers I’ve met in person and he seemed a decent fellow. I mean, he had reasonable table manners and I don’t recall him ever mooning me - what more could a woman ask?
Since this is my thread, I want everyone to be nice and get along. Don’t make me purse my lips and scold you. I’m tired and cranky and I’m in no mood for bickering. I’ll put you in time-out if you push my buttons… <giving the look>
We used to live in a house with a mezzanine floor above the garage. My parents designed the house, so it was about as far away from their room as it could be. Its was always a mess, filled with dead or dying sega drives, playstations, tv’s that only got two channels. But it was the best thing about the house, because you could always, always, bring just about any number of friends home, and it wouldn’t bother our parents. I miss that house…
My friends and I have a tendency to stay up late and talk and annoy the parents who are trying to sleep…one of the funniest stories was the day my best friend and I made up after a ridiculously long, dragged out fight over something really mundane and pointless (Hey! We were 16!). We went to her place and talked about everything except “The Issue”. At one point we got hungry, so we went to the kitchen and…baked a cake.
At 2am.
On a Wednesday.
The next morning her mom told us to NEVER EVER EVER EVER bake a cake again in the middle of the night, because she didn’t sleep because she was worried we’d left the oven on!
Why she didn’t just get up and check…we never bothered to ask
My friends and I have a tendency to stay up late and talk and annoy the parents who are trying to sleep…one of the funniest stories was the day my best friend and I made up after a ridiculously long, dragged out fight over something really mundane and pointless (Hey! We were 16!). We went to her place and talked about everything except “The Issue”. At one point we got hungry, so we went to the kitchen and…baked a cake.
At 2am.
On a Wednesday.
The next morning her mom told us to NEVER EVER EVER EVER bake a cake again in the middle of the night, because she didn’t sleep because she was worried we’d left the oven on!
Why she didn’t just get up and check…we never bothered to ask
My friends and I have a tendency to stay up late and talk and annoy the parents who are trying to sleep…one of the funniest stories was the day my best friend and I made up after a ridiculously long, dragged out fight over something really mundane and pointless (Hey! We were 16!). We went to her place and talked about everything except “The Issue”. At one point we got hungry, so we went to the kitchen and…baked a cake.
At 2am.
On a Wednesday.
The next morning her mom told us to NEVER EVER EVER EVER bake a cake again in the middle of the night, because she didn’t sleep because she was worried we’d left the oven on!
Why she didn’t just get up and check…we never bothered to ask
When I was a lad of 16, I would spend the night at my friend Mike’s house quite regularly. One night, at about 2am or so, we ran out of soda, and had no money to purchase more. So we came up with the staple of late nights… the memory makes my pancreas cry, but I’m half tempted to mix up a batch for the next SCA event…
1- gallon container filled with ice cold water
2- packets opposing flavored kool-aid. Fruit-punch and blue rasberry was quite tasty.
6-8 cups of sugar, to taste.
Follow directions to make kool-aid, ignoring the triflling amount of sugar they suggest.
Top with mini-marshmallows. drink a ton of it.
I am scared to death to find out what my daughter is gonna come up with on her own.
Well, the Sprout is too little to have done anything reprehensible yet. But I might be willing to make a deal on Spot the Wonderpup. Yesterday, I had left a dish of baby food on the coffee table. I guess Spot knocked it off, because I came back to find pureed carrots splattered everywhere. Everywhere! And a perfectly clean dish sitting on the floor.
Now just wait a cotton-picking minute - how did this devolve into an offspring swapmeet? Having had a good night’s sleep last night, I’ve read over this thread - and nary an offer has been made. To the contrary, all you people want to do is trade your misery for mine.
I want it to stop right now.
I want serious offers! Heck, she’s almost of age - perhaps I should consider proposals of marriage. Or would that make me a pimp? Ok, never mind - forget that part.
What am I bid on a 17 y/o with a good driving record (so far) who cleans (sorta), cooks (sorta), scoops poop, and knows how to run a washing machine? Good teeth, good eyes, healthy, polite, considerate, thrifty, clean, brave… you get the idea. All sales final. No coupons accepted. Void where prohibited. Taxes and shipping included. Satisfaction guaranteed or you’ll be stuck with her. Operators standing by! Don’t delay - call NOW!!
How is your seventeen-year-old at babysitting? Mrs. Bricker and I would love to see Man of La Mancha before it goes to New York, but with Doña Judy (my mom) recuperating from a hip replacement, our usual baby-sitter is not an option.
Perhaps you can merely rent her, you see, and get the best of both income and retained equity.
shuffles through bank statements, looks at available credit lines, scans pile of unwashed laundry
considers odds that he can convince wife that this is just a temporary solution until he can make arrangements with Mel Gibson
