When You Shake The Tree, A Few Nuts Are Bound To Fall Out

I spent all day yesterday at my Board of Director’s annual retreat. By the time I got home, tidied up the house, served dinner and worked on my platform for achieving world peace, I was exhausted and not really in the mood for homework duty. Having also endured a long day, Hugh was likewise uninspired to accept the responsibility so, we did the only logical thing and flipped for it.

I lost.

Two out of three.

Then, since I am such a gracious loser, I cried foul and demanded a new game; Rock, Paper, Scissors, forgetting that Hugh is the Master of that particular game.

When Hugh threw paper over my rock, I resigned myself to the inevitable which is how I found myself tracing our family’s lineage for an assignment The Girl was required to do for social studies. Lucky for The Girl, I actually know quite a bit about my family, having had the privilege of spending a great deal of time with my maternal grandparents during my childhood and I managed to get as far back as my great-great grandparents on both my mother and father’s sides before admitting defeat and initiating a series of irritating phone calls to my mother.

Irritating to her; I could hit redial for hours.

Once we had that side of the tree done, I called upon Hugh to provide the necessary information to complete his side of the equation which necessitated numerous irritating calls to his parents. And, I’m not even joking about that since, by that time, it was already eight-thirty and his parents are currently visiting family in Maine; two time zones away.
So, while we might have interrupted my mother’s quality television viewing, we totally interrupted his parents sleep. And, the beauty of it is, they couldn’t even complain because it was for The Girl and, as grandparents, they are required to think of the child.

Hee!

Twenty years from now, when they are prank calling us from the nursing home at all hours of the night? Yeah, we may not be laughing then.