While I was slaving away at work, the boys went to IKEA without me. Thanks, boys. Considerate.
So Dyck texts me about the color of couch cover we discussed earlier (I said black and he suggested rainbow and then called me an “idiot” when I said “We are not having a rainbow or zebra-striped couch” because apparently I was supposed to know that he was joking – which is something I generally never assume because Doyle has already shown me his zebra-striped couch cover), and I suggested that they send me a picture if they liked something and maybe we could agree on it together, even though I wasn’t there.
The boys have a funny way of interpreting things.
Dyck: We really liked this.
Kelsey: What… what is this?
Dyck: Doyle’s hand in a trashcan.
I suggested pictures to be more productive. You know, like a real adult.
Then the pictures kept coming.
Dyck: We liked this.
Kelsey: Is… is that a blue rug?
Dyck: It’s going in your bedroom.
Dyck: We bought all of them.
Kelsey: What are they?
Dyck: We’re going to combine these.
Kelsey: Are those curtains?
He stopped responding, so I tried Doyle.
Kelsey: Chris, Chris is being mean to me. Make him stop.
Doyle: But… I liked the blue one.
Kelsey: If we put that in our living room it’d look like we skinned Grover and put it out as a Lord-of-the-Flies-style warning to all the other puppets out there.
Later that night I went to Doyle’s place. As I snapped a quick shot of my two charming roommates, they demonstrated just how much they care for me.
And also, because the boys think they’re cool (no, seriously),
This is why I tell people that I don’t know if I’m nervous or excited to move in with these people. This. This right here.
I’m just going to go cry in the corner of the bathtub now. No biggie.