Is That the Home Phone?

This just in:

Our house phone rang. This means all three phones connected to the house line rang. This means the phone in my parents' bedroom rang.

My mom was in her bedroom. As the phone rings, she calls out to me, "Was that the home phone?"

I assume she picked up cuz it didn't go to Voicemail.

Two seconds later, she runs down the hallway and throws open my bedroom door, scaring the bejesus out of me.

"Was that the home phone?" she demands.

"...Yes. Weren't you in your bedroom when it rang?" Still in shock.

"Yeah, but no one was there when I picked it up."

"..."

Turn, leave.


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So. What I actually came here to type.

Two things.

1. My Dad has decided to guilt trip me into compiling a book of my great grandfather's work for my grandfather to enjoy, since my Dad has been hearing that his health is in decline. My Dad was supposed to do this, but has been procrastinating by writing a book about his vacation to Cape Cod. So instead, he comes into my room, hands me a DV filled to the brim with my Great Grandfather's work (some are duplicates, some are things he sadly tried to clone over mold on, etc.. in whatever imaging program he uses, etc...). "I need you to turn this into a book...by May. Cuz Grandpa could die by then. I mean. He could live longer. But let's say May just to be safe. You'll remember cuz the due date is your birthday."

Me, staring in shock as I take the DVD.

2. My parents have decided that since I suck at doing the dishes (ie: I didn't finish them last night because I was waiting for the dishwasher to run) and they are "sick and tired" of me being "lazy," they are going to charge me $20 a day. And if I do the dishes that day, they will give me back the $20 I owe that day.

My rent just potentially skyrocketed to $600/month.

Anyone know of a place not too far from Pennington, NJ that is $600/month or less that I can move into? kthnx.