...s! Your father always gets done almost before I serve supper; he doesn’t even know what he just ate, and he never…EVER. Thanks me!” Another hurdle for Homer to clumsily leap over. “Oh Marge, I could easily describe the delicious food that now rests comfortably in my stomach acids, but I wouldn’t want to insult all the OTHER meals you’ve made, since they’re ALL. So yummy?” “Oh well Thank you Homey!”
“So uh, anyway, mom, since Homer hasn’t fixed the A/C yet, Lisa and I figure we could take the old tent out and sleep in the front yard tonight! Our rooms are way too stuffy; and the windows are jammed! What do you think?” Bart and Lisa looked up bright eyed at their gullible mother. Luck was with them tonight. “Oh that sounds fine, Bart!” “What? We don’t have a tent!” Homer argued. “You stole it from Flanders, you had a camping impulse!” Bart reminded him. It happened years ago, after all. “…and then what?” “The impulse died.” “….yep! Sounds right to me!” “So we can do it?” Bart almost wanted to kiss his sister right there he was so excited.
Yeah! Marge and I can watch movies as loud as we want without hearing you two complain about keeping you awake!!” Homer shouted from the living room, too lazy to physically be present in the conversation. Lisa and Bart looked at each other, grinning ...