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In which THIS happened

So THIS happened.  Way, way back in the day around May 13th, Keely graduated from college.  Duke University to be exact.  Kevin and I went down there and spent the night at a hotel.  On Sunday, Kevin and Daniel and Andie came back early while I hung out with Keely and went to a cookout.  Then we came home too.

 

You all know that after that Keely had her surgery and then another surgery and then a Pulmonary Embolism resulting in a hospital stay and that meanwhile, Daniel graduated from High School so the point of this incredibly long, run-on sentence is that things were crazy and chaotic.

 

DID YOU GET THE POINT???

 

Sometime later, I was going to run down to Charlotte and I started looking for some of my favorite clothes and I couldn’t find them.  Specifically, I had two shirts and a skirt that I love and are go to outfits no matter how I feel about myself physically.  Because I had been “nursing” (no, not with a baby attached to my tits…Keely you ridiculous people) I hadn’t been taking care of myself.  That’s what I mean by not feeling great about myself.

 

So, I wanted to bring these two shirts (and probably the skirt…do I have to explain everything?) to Charlotte but I couldn’t find them.  Not in my room or Keely’s room or Andie’s room.  I checked the laundry room and even Kevin’s closet and Daniel’s closet.  Boy was I bummed but they were nowhere to be seen.

 

I have periodically scoured the house since that weekend, May 13th to be exact, but no joy.  I lost my favorite stuff.  I was totally bummed when I went to Maine last week because I wanted casual, but comfortable and cute, clothing to wear.  I was a slob instead.

 

This past week I have been attempting (I say attempting because he is a colossal pain in the ass and Stubborn too) to harass Daniel into packing up for college.  He was leaving on Monday, August 13th to go down to Duke for Project Build which is a pre-orientation program.  I will then meet him down there on August 21st for freshman move-in day.

 

So, there are the facts folks!  On Sunday, August 12th Kevin left for two weeks of work in Tennessee.  Daniel went out to lunch for their LAST father-son Sunday lunch when Daniel lives under this roof and then Daniel dropped Kevin off to meet his ride.

 

So here are the facts:

 

Clothes missing

Kevin gone

Daniel packing

Me losing my mind because Daniel sucks at packing

 

Sometime on Monday morning I was helping Daniel gather all his shit up because he had to leave at 1:00 PM to drive down to the program.  Oh, did I mention that I wasn’t driving him because he’ll have a car at school?  Yeah, that’s the situation.

 

As I was asking him to put the air mattress and sleeping bag and his pillow and his duffle into the trunk he told me that there were some clothes in his trunk.  Of course, he had discovered this the day before when he attempted to give them to Kevin to take to Tennessee and Kevin informed him “that’s not my stuff.”  Did that precipitate Daniel to bring the bag of clothes in the house?  NO, it did not.

 

So anyhow, Daniel says that there’s a strange bag of clothes in his trunk so I go out to look.  There in the back of his car is a plastic bag and I start looking in it and, you guessed it THERE ARE MY SHIRTS and SKIRT that I have been looking for 3 months.

 

Me:                  Are you kidding me?

Daniel:            What?

Me:                  These are the shirts I have been ransacking this house for

Daniel:            why are they in my car?

Me:                  I remember now

Daniel:            what?

Me:                  you guys came back early from graduation and I had to load up some of Keely’s stuff so you brought stuff home

Daniel:            oh

Me:                  and you OBVIOUSLY didn’t empty out your car

Daniel:            it’s not my fault

Me:                  I cannot even believe that you haven’t looked in your trunk for three fucking months

Daniel:            I did

Me:                  well, what did you see?

Daniel:            some bag that I didn’t recognize

Me:                  did you ever consider bringing it inside and asking about it?

Daniel:            apparently not

Me:                  this is unbelievable

Daniel:            why don’t you just look on the positive side

Me:                  and what’s that?

Daniel:            that you have your clothes back

And so I shall…because I guess I should practice what I preach.

 

Damn kids!

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17 Comments

  1. I have to confess I sympathise with Daniel, I’ve been known to leave things in the car for months, sometimes even years, just because it’s easier than taking them up to the house. Terminal laziness, I’m afraid.

    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      yeah, but i have been searching EVERYWHERE for that stuff

  2. Finn
    August 22, 2012

    What a story. I enjoy this read.
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    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      thanks

  3. By Word of Mouth Musings
    August 22, 2012

    I have to take you shopping. Really.
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    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      nope, i don’t wear the same type of clothes as you

  4. Mayor Gia
    August 22, 2012

    Hahahha such a boy answer. “Oh just a bag I didn’t recognize.” ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH
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    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      i could have killed him…then kissed him because i was so happy

  5. Robin
    August 22, 2012

    Hysterical!!! Love this story! Such a “true” MacDonald Family story. Thanks for sharing!

    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      unbelievable…he’s ridiculous

  6. Jester Queen
    August 22, 2012

    Oh my god. I would SO have been Daniel in this conversation. And you. And possibly both at the same time, because I never remember that I haven’t taken shit out of the car except when I can’t be bothered to move it just then. Anyway, glad you got your shit back.

    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      i’m so happy to have my clothes back

  7. Theresa
    August 22, 2012

    Not to be a further pain in this saga, but don’t you mean August, and not May?
    Of all the creatures that grace our planet, it just takes a bit more time for our sons to grow into men, that maybe…just maybe will know when they see strange stuff in the trunk, that they will take it out. We can only hope. Kevin turned out to be pretty good at that , right?

    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      Yes…can you tell I never proofread??

  8. j
    August 22, 2012

    I think Daniel should be happy to be alive. I would have reamed him (and my daughter appears to be a Daniel clone minus the brains to get accepted at Duke).

    • Lynn
      August 22, 2012

      Is it weird that my first trout was holy shit and my second was “great blog post?”

  9. ColdBlooded
    August 22, 2012

    Sorry things are so crazy for you right now! And I’m glad you found your clothes. I hate when that shit happens!
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