My viewpoint as I walk in house at 3:15p.m. the other day~BBB was lying on the couch acting lethargic with MTV blaring, a coke not on a coaster, remnants of chips lying on the floor and a very faint smirk on his face.
BBB thinking~So nice to lie on couch w/o mom around. Darn. They're home. Maybe if I pretend I don't see them or answer them, they will not notice me.
My thoughts~get off my couch you brat. He's using selective hearing again. I detest when he does that. Get your freaking size 11 feet off my leather couch!
BBB~HA! It's worked. I can see Mom's lips moving but I cannot hear anything. Her face is getting red, heehee. Oh wait, Dad just said to get my feet off the couch.
Me~Grrrrrrr. Rolling my eyes towards heaven knowing, just knowing, my mom's up there laughing her ass off. So not funny right now mom! I know I deserve it, but not now!
BBB~La la la la. I'm just lying on the couch listening to bad music and watching the MTV dance off. Tra la la. On my own little BBB planet where no one else can live. La la.
Me~If I go push the 70 inch kid off the couch will he make a dent in the wood floor and will he scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear?
BBB~Snicker. The mom looks annoyed. I like that. Here I am on her couch, drinking her Coke, watching her TV........I think it might be smart to go upstairs before she blows like a great white whale.
He gets up, doesn't say a word and walks upstairs.
Me~maybe I should take 10 xanax and I won't even know who is in the room or what they are watching. There's a plan.............oh my couch is open. I'm good.