Life of Luxury.

okay, so at this very second i am sitting at the computer posting on my blog. only, i am not at my own house, or even using my own computer! i am not at my parents house, at kyle's parents',  or even at a family member's home. you see, for the next two weeks, i am doing this thing - you might have heard of it. the thing where you

• get to eat other people's food (yum!)
  
• sleep in a king size bed that is as tall as your waist, and comfy
  
• drive a different car
  
• go crazy because dumb cats won't leave you alone and want to sleep with you and/or baby
  
• pretend you are someone else
  
• answer phone calls and talk to strangers
  
• tell teenagers what they can and can't do
  
• chauffeur
  
• blog in a new office
  
• try to find out which light switch belongs to which light
  
• find something for dinner?! make sure it's ready at what time? uh...
  
• pretend you know your way around this side of town, like a pro i might add...
  
• get paid? for reals?
  

that's right, kyle and i are teen sitting/house sitting.  the first thing kyle said when we all sat down to dinner last night ( at 6:45 not 6:00, sorry kris) was that he was laying down some family house rules. if everyone followed these house rules, he continued, we would all get along just fine. first he looked at 15 year old (?) nick and said, " nick, you will rub my feet every night as i drift off to sleep, " then, " lauren (12?) i have a bell. when you hear this bell, it means i want a snack, which you will bring to me. remember guys, we get along just fine if you obey my house rules." what a way to start off. slaves? YES! we are going to be living the life of luxury for the next two weeks...