Let's call today: 'Friday, 10 June 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
my parents are back
when they departed for Melbourne early Sunday morning, mum left a series of detailed notes stuck on the cupboard door.
on them were scribbled in her own unique handwriting (for which i was constantly accused of 'sick-note forgery' in school) rather stupidly obvious details - such as when the bin needs to be taken out, to feed the pets, and that the house should be clean when they get home.
duh.
even my television bore a note that read 'this week - clean your room completely!' with a 'please' squashed in at the top as a polite afterthought.
now let me just share something with you: i hate this.
a note is always handy to have, but mum always takes it to overkill.
so kirsty and i devised a plan to get her back at her own game. kirsty brought me home some sticky notes and we set to scheming that her, april and i would run rampant in the house with them wednesday night, labelling everything we could find: door, light, chair, floor, ceiling, clock etc
instead, wednesday night as you know turned into a choc-fest with cool music.
so at about midnight last nite, i set to work solo.
first attacking the objects of my scorn:
then one side of the kitchen:
then the other:
then one on mums bedroom door saying simply 'gotcha back xx'.
then at about 7am i locked up the house, left Christian still snoozing in bed before school, and drove out to avoid the madness when the parentals come home - just in case they were grumpy from their 10hour or so train trip from Melbourne.
when i got home at noon however, mum was catching a nap - an activity i was planning on partaking soon myself, having still not slept from the night before - and dad greeted me light-heartedly telling me that 'i got her!'
i giggled and collapsed into my bed snuggling with my plush lion 'Kit'. maybe i'll just catch a quick nap.
i emerged at 5pm.
strange day. true story.
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