The tensions are mounting here at home.
Mom and Dad have been trying to book the trip to NASA for the Robotics Nationals (see my prior post about this) and things are getting a little hairy.
Dad came home for lunch and he and Mom got down to brass tacks, looking at flights and the hotels. The hotels have blocks of rooms saved for this competition at a special rate. The trick is getting one of those rooms. Trickier still is that the teacher is hoping for all the students to be in the same hotel. Naturally, most of the hotels are already booked.
So one thing leads to another, and Mom is encouraging Dad to go ahead and book while there is still a room left. “Calm down!” he snarled. “Just relax!”
Uh-oh. Those dreaded words, in that dreaded tone of voice.
I hid under the table. Mom stiffened and froze as if someone threw a bucket of ice water on her. She thawed pretty quickly, though, and was steaming in a split second. “YOU go ‘relax’ and ‘calm down’!” she snapped back to Dad. Then she said, “I’m out” and stalked from the room. I thought the underside of the table was looking pretty good, so I stayed there.
Dad, however, could not leave well enough alone and provoked Mom further. Finally, she screamed at him, asking why the H.E. double-hockey-sticks did they bother having a ‘Mother’s Day’ if immediately after, they were just going to treat her like sh** anyway?
She told Dad that she is human, and has emotions, and excuse her and sorry if she actually lived life and felt things, unlike (Dad), who was a cold, unemotional, robot without a shred of feelings or human compassion.
Dad left and went back to work. Mom said she was glad to see his backside.
Mom and I headed upstairs for a late afternoon snuggle. Pretty soon, she had to go get Jamie from school. She gave me a nice peanut butter treat, but I figured, heck, she’s ticked off enough, why don’t I jump onto the counter and snatch that bag of chocolate mix they brought back from Punta Cana? So I did. I knocked over a bunch of stuff that was in my way, but secured the bag of chocolate powder. Sniff, sniff!
I didn’t eat too much of the chocolate powder, but I had great fun tearing the bag open, ripping it to shreds, and sprinkling some powder on the rug. Then I licked the rug. Mom came home and soon I was under the table again. She said I could have gotten sick and that I was a BAD DOG. Mom vacuumed up the spill but I still licked the rug for the rest of the night. That seemed to make things worse. Mom fumed all night about being taken for granted and that she was not going to shut up and be still. She said she’s not a two year old and a lot of other things.
I think Dad is in the doghouse.
Woof! Love, Maggie