Huge Favors

So I was sitting at the kitchen table, feeling all in tune with nature, watching the rain splash against my patio doors and run in racing rivulets down the glass, the splashing and tap tap tapping sounds making me quite happy…

And then my phone rang.

It’s That Teen, who is out with Taylor, doing man work of some sort.

“Hey Mom?  Taylor says he needs a big, huge favor.”

The glare begins now, just a small squinting of the eyes cuz I know this is going to suck.

“He wants to know if you would please run outside and check if the motorcycle is covered and, if not, cover it.”

Mmmhhhmm.  The glare…  it gets squinty-er here.  He knows full well the bike is not covered. Knows full well he checked the weather, talked about how it was going to rain and didn’t go out and put the cover on.

“He says he doesn’t know if it is or not but would reallllllyyyyyy appreciate it if you’d cover it if it’s not….”

The glare becomes death rays shooting out of my eyes and I hang up.  I, of course, have to go cover the fucking thing because we have a $500 fucking dvd playing stereo on it that shouldn’t get wet.  We also have rain spouts that have no….   spouts…  on them.  Which are ON THE WAY OUT TO THE BIKE.  Which means I have to WALK THRU, basically, buckets of rain to get to the bike to cover it.

I covered it, of course.

And now?  I am feeling more drowned mouse than nature goddess in tune with the rain.

I totally deserve a massage for this.

ESPECIALLY since when I called back to let him know, via That Teen, that the bike was, indeed, uncovered and I had, of course, covered it…

They LAUGHED.