Wednesday, January 26, 2011

texting

I love it when Jake texts me from work. He is usually so busy that it is hard for him to slow down to even send me a quick message. So, when I do get messages from him they are succint, precise, and to the point.
Ever since Sunday morning, my car keys have been missing. I had run to the store on Saturday and not gone anywhere since then so I knew they had to be somewhere in the house but that was as far as I had got. I have just been using the spare set but each day that went by, I became more and more concerned. I had assumed they would pop up while I was cleaning but they
cotinued to elude me. This morning I woke up with a new found determination and so my day began cleaning my house from top to bottom and checking every nook and cranny along the way. By two o'clock in the afternoon, I was completely exausted, frustrated, and remained keyless. I text Jake to update him that the hunt was unsuccessful. He text me back, "Did you pray?" I was ashamed and embarassed to text back that I hadn't. With my tail between my legs I slumped into my family room and dropped to my knees. After fervently pleading for help in my trivial task, I rose to my feet and scanned the room. Then I had an idea. I slid my feet into my slippers and snuck outside so not to wake up Mason. As I approached the garbage can, I was happy to find that my disgust was outweighed by my want to find these keys. I found my inner dumper diving self and plunged into the first bag. Half way down my keys came spilling out. My little Mason had done it again. He often throws things away and this time he had done it without getting caught. After soaking my hands in near boiling water, I text Jake again. I told him that within 10 minutes of praying I had found the keys and explained where they were. He texted back very simply. "Get on your knees. Say thank you. Then go beat Mason." Done deal daddy-o!
P.S. The demon struck again today. This time it was my pillows. Either Jake is sending him subliminal messages to destroy the pillows or Mason is going for a full bedset for graduation!

3 comments:

Kelsey said...

Oh my gosh! This is so funny. I miss hearing your stories on a daily basis. The Mason I know is too cute to do anything like this, then again, he is related to his father.

judd and ash said...

oh andrea, your stories make me laugh so hard! i love that little monster Mason, hearing your stories about him make me think that maybe my boys really are somewhat normal :)

sundeehancock said...

hmmm...the detective in me says that the most recent 'art work' is from Jake and not Mason. Just Kidding. I miss you all, even that Mason!