My mom called this afternoon and left the following message on my voicemail:
"Hi Sarah! I'm just driving up to Grandma's. Dad's coming home tomorrow and he's bringing a live-in named Raj from Mongolia, and he's going crazy over all that, so I think I'll probably have to stay here (Grandma's, I assume) for a while. Just wanted to call and tell you that news. I don't think my cellphone will work here anyway, so I'll let you know how that works out on Thursday."
Okay, you can't just drop the bomb that my dad is bringing home some random Mongolian with no explanation of WHO he is, or WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD he is coming home with them, or HOW LONG, precisely, a "live-in" Mongolian might stay, and then tell me I have to wait til Thursday for the details! It's just too cruel.
I feel like Bridget Jones with weird messages on my phone from my parents and foreigners coming to live with them.
In addition, I'm still wondering who exactly is going crazy, my dad or the Mongolian?
I hope he looks like Ghengis Kahn and destroys sporting goods stores a la Bill and Ted. That would be awesome.