Last night was my late Uncle’s memorial service. As DH and I were driving out there, he tells me about a conversation he and ASS had the other night as they were driving home from ASS’s band concert. For simplicity’s sake, FriendFromMedusaTown will be called Frank.

ASS – so, have you talked to Frank’s mom yet?
DH – no, about what?
ASS – well, Frank had a really good idea. Frank thinks that I should go live with them for the summer. I will get a job there and save up money.
DH – where will you work? You don’t have a license, so that kind of limits your choices.
ASS – well, there’s that whole corner up the road, there are tons of stores there. I can ride my bike.
DH – Well, Frank will be going to Thing1’s college in the fall, what will you do then?
ASS – I don’t know.
DH – having to move twice is really dumb, don’t you think? Plus, if you think you’re moving back here at the end of the summer, you would be sorely mistaken.
ASS - *crickets*

DH asked me what I thought – I told him that I find it hilarious that this kid thinks he needs DH’s permission to move. I mean, he’s 18, FFS and can do whatever the hell he wants. I said that I think this is just one more way that ASS is trying to manipulate the situation and not have to be responsible for himself or his choices. I said that if Frank’s parents are dumb enough to take him on, then more power to them. Of course, they haven’t seen this kid for more than a week at a time (ASS used to go there for a week or so in the summer) and probably think he is still the kid they knew in 2012.

I also said that I LOVED the fact that he told ASS that if he thinks he is moving back to our house at the end of the summer, he is sorely mistaken. DH said that the only way he would ever consider (what????) letting him come back home is if ASS comes to his senses after a year or so on his own and wants to go to college. Before I could open my mouth, he went on to say that he knew there was NO WAY ASS would ever want to come back here.

I told DH that I agree that ASS won’t be coming back here, but I did say that IF he changes his mind in a year or so, and wanted to go to college, that we would still have the same “ASS pays for some of it” plan, that I would be happy to give him our share of college, but he is NOT living in my house ever again. DH said, “yep, once he’s out, he’s out.”

Good boy, DH, good boy.