Can you believe tomorow is they day before Christmas Eve? Or "little Christmas Eve" as it's referred to as here in Norway.
Mom did some major packing yesterday and I wanted to make sure I wasn't forgotten. With that amount of clothes I was certain she'd be gone for a LONG time. Can you see me?
Yup - that shiny black thing is me!
So then this dialogue:
Me: No way you're leaving without me, Mom!
Mom: Really? So you need a bath, do you?
Me: Bath? Uh.. No.. Lemme see.. Uh.. I'll just go sleep on the couch instead!
(Okay so it was a false alarm.. Laundry day isn't quite packing. But hey - a guy gotta be on his toes at times like these.)