Punk'd

This is the post script or addendum to the the story I told you about on Friday.  On a positive note, I am no longer wearing the magnetic bulls eye for Eldest Weasel's anger.  Also, you can join Melisa is having a great laugh at my expense.

On the negative side of things, Eldest Weasel had her heart broken.  A trusted aunt had caused her pain, tears and embarrassment. 

Here's how it went down; On Friday, my sister packed her family up in their car and headed home.  Melisa and I commenced with what turned into an outstanding and fun episode of Suburban Wow.  All the while, Eldest had been texting back and forth with her aunt, who continued to string her along.

After the show, Melisa and I chatted in the kitchen over some leftover pizza.  Eldest Weasel came to join us, phone in hand, to show the most recent text picture that her aunt had sent, The Picture.  Eldest Weasel said, 'I don't think that's him".  I of course assured her that it was him, because her Aunt would never trick her like that.  Melisa looked at the pic and concurred that it wasn't him, "His face isn't round enough".  I say what kind of 40 something woman knows the face of Justin Bieber in such intricate detail.  

I wave that off as nothing, as people always comment to me that I look different in every picture of me that they see and when meeting me in person I hear about how I don't look anything like my avatar.  Melisa laughs at me and says, "That's not him".

Eldest Weasel texts her aunt back to call foul and her aunt responds by copping to a fraud.  Eldest was crushed.  I tried to laugh it off, as my siblings are apt to regularly punk each other ever since we were children.  However, we never went so far as to involve our nieces and nephews in a prank that would hurt them.  Each other however, are fair game.

Melisa continued to mock me and have a good laugh, but had nothing but sympathy to offer Eldest, "This is my Purple Rain tour all over again".  Watch the re-run of Suburban Wow to hear that story.  

After Melisa left, Eldest broke down.  Tears fell as she continued texting with her aunt to let her know how upset, saddened and angry she was that her aunt had tricked her like this.  My sister texted back an apology, but Eldest still let her know that her other aunt is her favorite.

Basically, the headline sums up the story.  We were punk'd.

.....and my sister wonders why I don't pack up the family and drive 22 hours to come visit.

PS ~ I would post the pic, but Eldest was so ticked off that she deleted it.

There's A Storm Brewing in Weaselville

Yup, yours truly just stepped in it. Big. Time.  There is a-storm-a-brewing in Weaselville and I am in direct path of its eye.

First, some back round information.  Eldest Weasel (16) has been miffed at me for a few weeks now (that girl sure can hold a grudge), ever since I turned down her request to allow her to drive 4 hours to Indianapolis with some friends to attend a Justin Bieber concert.  After all, his Chicago show is sold out and the next logical thing to do is to let my teen leave the state with my car and my money to go see the tot/tween heartthrob in Indiana.  I am such an unreasonable Mom.

Eldest somehow is completely enamored with him, even though his core fan base seems to be six to ten year old girls.  Even her younger sisters point and laugh tease and mock her about her taste in heartthrobs.  Boy Weasel thinks he's kind of cool things that make you go Hmmm.

On a seemingly unrelated note,  my sister who lives many states away, is visiting here right now with her family.  They are on a cross country driving vacation and stopping to spend time with family in many different states.  I mentioned before that she wanted us to meet up with them in damn near Canada the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and join them for camping with her husbands family.  I don't camp.  Weasels nest in fluffy comfy beds with cable and wi-fi.  The Weasels kind of liked the idea, well except for the camping part, but quickly and easily accepted as gospel truth that there was no way in hell I was driving them 9 hours to camp.

Anywho, yesterday my sister and her family arrived here in Weaselville.  Eldest Weasel was off at an amusement park with her friends and would not be home until very late yes, there was adult supervision.   As we chowed down on some pizza, my sister started showing me some of the vacation pics that they had taken. They were all lovely and looked like a lot of fun was had, but one in particular really jumped out at me.  It was the one with my 7 year old niece sitting and kicking back with Justin Bieber!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yeah.  It turns out that Justin and my brother in law are cousins.

Eldest Weasel is going to be waking up soon and you know the first priority of her siblings is to show her the pics of the camping trip.  Yeah, they can't wait to see the fireworks show.  I have no idea where they got such a sick and twisted sense of humor.

Yup, there's a storm brewing in Weaselville and I'm left holding a lightning rod.

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