Amember dis piksher of da house sitters car snowblowed in...we'z gonna tattle on him today. He was furry entertaining fur mom and dad.
Germaine and hubby went away fur Easter, dey left on Wednesday and afore dey left she told mom dat hubby's brofur would be house sitting..."please keep an eye on things cuz brother is not the sharpest tool in the shed". Really, that's what she said!
So, dis guy who mom has nicknamed Bumbledorf is der fur exactly three hours when he rings our doorbell, he needs some help. He was emptying the kitty litter and dropped the pan in the garbage can. Holy crap, first of all, it's scoopable litter! It's now like a rock in the bottom of the garbage can and the pan is laying in it and he's to dumb to tip the trash can and get it out.
Thursday, about 1 pm, the doorbell rings. It's Bumbledorf, he's locked his keys in the car, while it's running...dad goes over, gets policemans slim jim out of naybors garage and opens car door. 3 pm, doorbell rings. Yeah, yoo know who it is, this time he's locked himself out of the house! Mom takes her key for the naybors front door and lets him in, checks on Oliver, cuz, yoo know, she's concerned now. He's fine, food dish is full, clean water, SCOOPED litter pan...okay.
Friday, mom hears Bumbledorf snowblowing...okay, that's good. Dad sez he's using the wrong setting on snowblower for the amount and weight of snow out there. Mom sez "leave it alone" she's not rescuing the dummy again. Mom goes out to shovel path to garage and looks over and sees Bumbledorf has snowblowed his own car in! She comes back in the house and pulls dad out to look at it, dey both come back in laffing so hard dey can hardly stand up. Dad hasta go over with our snowblower and get his car out because he broke the drive belt on theirs by HAVING IT IN THE WRONG SETTING!
Saturday, Bumbledorf rings bell, asks how to get side garage door open because he left remote opener in garage and closed the door with the wall button as he came out. Mom calls Germaine's cell phone to ask if she keeps a key for the side door somewhere. She tells Germaine all of the things Bumbledorf has done since they left...Germaine is laffing so hard she can't tell mom where the key is. Hubby takes phone and tells mom where key is, mom tells him what Bumbledorf has done...hubby does not laff. Hubby sez many words from the bad word list...
Sunday, yup, doorbell rings. It is naybor from next door to Germaine, do we know who the little red car belongs to cuz it is parked in front of their driveway and they need to get to church. Mom sez it belongs to the naybors housesitter. M sez, we thawt so but we rang the bell and no one answered. Mom calls, no answer. Mom, dad and M go next door and ring bell, knock on door, no answer. Mom goes around knocking on windows, Oliver looks out of bedroom window at her and says - meow. What did yoo expect, he's a cat. Mom gets to bathroom window, aha, movement. She hears Bumbledorf yelling something. Bathroom window is glass block wit a small vent, vent opens and Bumbledorf sez "I'm locked in here, can yoo help?" Mom goes home, gets house key and small screwdriver, let's herself and M in, puts screwdriver into little lock hole and turns. Bumbledorf is free. It's not his fawlt, Germaine should haf told him the lock was broken. But, then again, why would she think dummy would need to lock bathroom door...maybe he was afraid Oliver would see him on the potty? Turns out car is out of gas, stopped right in front of drive...apperently Bumbledorf doesn't know that if the engine stops you still haf forward momentum as long as you don't put on the brakes. M and mom push car out of way of drive and mom goes into Germaine's garage, gets gas can and puts a couple gallons in car so he can get to gas station. Germaine and Hubby came home Sunday night. Mom goes over wif der Easter basket and Bumbledorf is getting ready to leave, Monday he goes back to his job as...AN ENGINEER!