Teamwork!

Every Tuesday after my brother gets home from class, we put our heads together to "prepare the house" for our mother's arrival. We remove all trash, give the kitchen a thorough cleaning, wash all the dishes and make sure the dining room has nothing on it. We remove as many shoes from the foyer as possible. This ensures that our mother does not flip a bitch at any little indication of a mess when she gets home. I find it ridiculous that we go through such elaborate measures, but endearing and connecting at the same time. We both know that if she sees any trash or that if there's a dish, the likelihood of her going postal is increased tenfold. I love my little brother. Ew, gross. Nevermind.