It’s 8:10 in the morning. I’m in my underwear, sipping coffee, watching the Today Show and writing the post that will follow this. I hear the front door open…Some Dude: “Knock, knock… Sundance.”
E2: [mustering my angry voice] “Hello”?!?!
SD: “I’m here to service your furnace.”
E2: [now standing in the hall… still in my underwear] “The furnace is in the garage, why are you in here”?!
SD: “Your Mom said I could use the bathroom.”
I feel an artery poke out of my neck, and my eye starts to twitch. I should have sent him up to use “mom’s” bathroom… but I wasn’t thinking…
E2: “Go ahead.”
The furnace repair guy, who thinks Old Crow is my mom, went number-two in my bathroom.
When I calm down, OC and I are going to have a come-to-jesus meeting.
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