Why My Parents Rock

Ok, so I'm old enough to appreciate the 'rents, probably because I'm a prospective parent myself. My youngest brother, however, is not in the same place. To put it exactly, he's still at home, in his childhood room, thinking that it's say, 1998. No need to delve into too many details, let's just say my parents are thrilled that he's holding down a part-time job and, uh..well,I guess they are happy with the job thing.

Anyway, this weekend they planned on going out of town. Like a month ago, and made reservations and everything. Part of their little road trip was to pay me and L a visit for lunch on their way home. Now they've left their quasi-adult son home before, and while the house has always been standing, it creeps them out. So this time they pulled a fast one. They told us about it as they treated us to a very yummy lunch.

They told him they were going out for a picnic on Friday to celebrate Dad's b-day and they wouldn't be back till after he left for his gig (of course, he's in a band). At about 9pm that evening, they call and leave a message, saying that they are having such a good time that they decided to spend the night and that they'd see him Saturday afternoon!!! In their follow-up phone call Saturday morning, Bro admits that he didn't realize they weren't home until that morning anyway.

Saturday night, they call again, once he's left for that night's gig, and again, leave a message saying that they'd see him sometime on Sunday.....

After laguhing hysterically, I ask the question, " So he was playing all weekend-did he work at all?" Ah, yes, that brings up a good point--Bro requested off all weekend because of said gigs and was scheduled to work a 4 hours shift on Tuesday. Hmmm....hate to point it out, but I don't think he's leaving the nest anytime soon!!!

Disfunction junction, anyone???