My mother, the nurse and the thermostat

Hello!

Netherlands 20? WTF? I bet that those people are never coming back again thinking that they wasted 20 minutes of their life reading my blog instead of doing something else, but thanks anyways.

So I'll tell you about my mother, she has always been a very protective mother, her motto is "her sons above everything!". So now that one of her sons is ill and requires attention, sometimes 24/7 according to her mind, her world has crumbled down. I on the other hand, yes even at 43, am still fighting for my independence, but with a mother like her I will probably never get it, so I have to learn and understand her. So if she calls and I don't answer, she will immediately look for somebody that can rush over to my house and see if everything is okay, bless her heart. I have told her that if she doesn't hear from me it's because I am doing okay, but this will not work with her, she needs to hear my voice as to confirm that I'm still alive and kicking. Even my wife will probably never be good enough to take care of me, but it's not her fault, she's just not my mother. God bless the hearts of the mothers throughout the world.

Let's move on to the second topic of the post, my intervention last night. So this morning my wife asks me the usual questions to make sure it wasn't a stripper I paid yesterday to come and pose as a nurse, you know the questions we guys often asks our wives or girlfriends also.

"How old was she? That took long don't you think? Was she pretty?"

All valid questions if I was looking for something but it's not my case so I reply with honest truth:

"She was old but not that old, it took an hour baby, pretty?"

These were also all valid answers but if my wife would have answered the same way about a customer sirens and whistles would have gone off in my head! Worst, if she would throw in "my customer is gay", I would take this as  proof of her infidelity. But for the record, the nurse was not that old, she was on the pretty side and could probably be a model on a magazine such as Maxim Geriatrics. Trust me woman, the girls I'm into, besides you, are hotter than the sun and wouldn't give me the time of day.

And one for the road... Last night I was a bit cold so I told my daughter if she could crank the thermostat up a bit so that I could become warm, just bring it from 20°C to 22° please. When my wife came I was basically naked and she herself told me that the room was hot. I told her that I had asked my oldest to crank up the thermostat by one degree or two, my wife looked at the thermostat and it was set to 25°! So she brought it down, later on that night I was shivering my ass off. This morning I looked at the freaking thermostat and it was set to 15!!! Who in heaven's name pays the electric bill around here? 20, 21 or 22 are fine 25 or 15 are not!


Have a great day people!