<p>Jmmom made her S look literally like a zipper head with that stripe:).</p>
<p>She is definitely NOT a zipper head…</p>
<p>Hey, I head back home in two days. I’m thinking the zippy evidence (that astro and alumoms refer to) might be faded straight away. As in zipped right up. I’ll let you know.</p>
<p><em>Cant wait till TJFS comes back from Costa Rica so I can call him a zipperhead</em> </p>
<p>Will do so at first opportunity. Suspect first opportunity will be at airport pick up…</p>
<p>I gotta say, SBmom, you might want to hold off on using that on your Californian son in public, at least until you’ve tried it out in a padded environment. When I say “zipperhead” to mine, he is not thinking “chowderhead”, he’s thinking something slightly more, um… risque’.</p>
<p>Don’t know about risque, but the Urban Dictionary says zipperhead is a derogatory term for Asians, coined during the Korean war. It gives a few other uses before finally getting to our definition way over on the 2nd page.</p>
<p>Wow. I never knew.</p>
<p>thxs all for the well wishes…
and doubleplay…I am sitting here chortling VERY loudly at your family’s antics, after driving all night, once again back thru the armpit (no time for the 101, as job and bf await), and believe me, did I ever need that laugh…because…</p>
<p>I don’t have the energy to really go into the details, but suffice it to say that I knew it was time for mom to go home when DD and I started having “laundry issues” , “driving issues”, AND she told me she hated me because I made her late to her very first college meeting…</p>
<p>but it gets better…arrived home after the surreal journey thru the darkened and foul smelling land to find a strange car in my driveway and a housefull of assorted squatters who had made themselves right at home sleeping in our beds and leaving their pot pipe on the counter…
it is too hard to explain, but it stemmed from me giving ,while I was gone, my garage code to a friend of my d’s (whom my dd assured me I could “trust” ) , to retrieve a borrowed guitar…and presumably degenerated from there</p>
<p>reminded me a little of the time when I was 17 and my 28 yr old bf and I pitched a tent on my dads land and my dad paid a surprise visit to our little love shack…it was not pretty!!</p>
<p>but I digress…this is what driving all night and sucking caffeine for 7 hours straight will do to you!!</p>
<p>where did you say the IV’s are kept??</p>
<p>wecandothis, I nominate this the best move-in-story of 2007!! IVs are in the back by the hot tub. Slip in and we will get you one.</p>
<p>SB- thank you for the nomination!
…but it is still very early in move-in season, so I’m sure I will have some stiff competition…
and I would like to officially nominate Doubleplay’s story, as hers was MUCH more coherent and made me laugh loudly for at least 5 min and I am still smiling at this moment…</p>
<p>OK, time for my IV now…</p>
<p>are people allowed to use bad words on this thread?</p>
<p>uh, no (10 char)</p>
<p>what is a “balla”
just curious ;)</p>
<p>bummmppimg and ballin</p>
<p><a href=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balla[/url]”>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balla</a></p>
<p>jk, it means Basketball player…</p>
<p>Okay I am frustrated! Son needs to leave for college 7am wed morning. Here it is monday almost noon and he has not packed a thing. He tells me he will do it tomorrow. Now the car needs to be packed tomorrow for the wed am drive.
Make a place in the hot tub for the gone crazy Mom. Contrary to all the rest of the Mom’s on CC I am looking forward to dropping him off Wed.</p>
<p>mom60 - why do you think it’s called Sinner’s Alley? In here we do commit the sin of exasperation with clueless sons…</p>
<p>My son is famous for packing at the last minute. As long as he doesn’t demand any last minute laundry help, or midnight trips to the store for stuff he forgot to tell me he needed, I don’t care when he packs. </p>
<p>Well, I do care a little, cause I generally am awakened by his bustling about at 1 a.m. Grrr…</p>
<p>my d sounds amazing similiar to some of these clueless sons, but in her case it is clueless as a means to an end, which usually involves getting one of her parents to do something she should have done…</p>
<p>gee, maybe I can get a SECOND job now that I won’t be following in her wake doing mountains of laundry, packing for her, returning overdue library books and Netflicks and generally acting as her personal assistant…</p>
<p>my son woke up at 10:30 sunday morning. ate breakfast. showered, packed, loaded the car and was out of the house at 12:30. i challenge anyone to top that! oh, he’s not nearby, either…he’s 1100 miles away! guys are so much easier than girls!</p>
<p>my D might be able to blow dry her hair between 10:30 and 12:30. I bow down to wbow.</p>