Feel The Love...


We picked up The Boy from school on Friday and within 20 minutes of being home; he asked to borrow the truck so he could go out.   

During the entire ride home, he complained about the food in residence and that all he could wait for was a home cooked meal.

On Saturday, he waited long enough for the home cooked meal, but by the time the dishes were in the dishwasher, he was making plans to go out again.

On Sunday, he blessed us with his presence for approximately 6 hours and then you guessed it – gone again, but this time he didn’t bother hanging around for the home cooked meal.  I guess the novelty had worn off.  

This morning I awoke to find three additional winter coats and pairs of boots in the front closet.  I’m guessing we were the only house left with enough food to feed them all.   College boys are just like pigeons...or vultures – they go wherever the food is plentiful.

Ahhh, it’s great to be loved.

Comments

Simply Suthern said…
OMG, Parallel universe here except for it's the girl. I have barely seen her. I did get to hold on to her car to do some service on it tho.

She has been spending the nite at her girlfriends houses. Last night they all slept here.

1 in the morning and they were up making stir fry shrimp.

I feel your pain. LOL
December 20, 2010 at 9:51 PM
Brian Miller said…
hehe...i remember those days...
December 20, 2010 at 11:45 PM
raydenzel1 said…
Yes, it does leave you mumbling...
December 21, 2010 at 7:25 AM
JennAventures said…
Did he bring home his laundry? My mom still complains about the time I came home and dropped off 9 loads of laundry and headed out with my friends. Ah, good times.
December 21, 2010 at 1:46 PM
Brindy said…
At least you know, keep the fridge full and he'll always visit. Ours now have full fridges of their own, so we have to find other ways to encourage them to call on their dear old Dad!
December 21, 2010 at 4:49 PM
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