Friday, November 19, 2010

Don't Play a Playah

Me, to Son: See if you can sweet talk your father into putting up the Christmas lights on the house while I'm away.
Son: Okay. Dad, mom said I had to try and sweet talk you into putting up the Christmas lights.
Me: Heyyyy!
Hubby: That's right! Us men have to stick together!
Son: Yep. But for that piece of information, you're gonna have to let me stay up late tonight.


  1. PS: I'm off to London for a week, so Happy Thanksgiving to all y'all!

  2. Oooooo, London! Conference? Have a great time!

  3. To continue the story . . .
    in response to Son's demand for late night bedtimes
    Hubby: What?! Dude were supposed to be working together.
    Son: Hey . . . (gives sly smile, Son seems to often be working a deal).
    Amusingly I forgot about this exchange and put up the lights thinking I was ahead of the game and might earn some brownie points with Wifey. Only now after reading Wifey's post do I remember the exchange and the fact that brownie points aren't real . . . sigh.

  4. GEW: no conference, just fun!! Family visits.

    Hubby: Every time you say that, a brownie point somewhere drops dead!