We’re back home again from our weekend away at Camp Eagle. Boo left the house surprisingly clean; he even swept up all the stray pet hair before he took off this afternoon. We never did get to see if he held the guest bed in higher esteem than our bed — he spent the night at a friend’s house last night after being supremely bored here.
I thought for sure he was going to throw an out-and-out rager while we were gone, but it seems that I thought wrong. The jugs of tequila and vodka remain as full as they were when I left, and despite having searched the house fully, I can’t find anything that is broken. What’s the downside of leaving your little brother in charge of your house if he doesn’t drink all your liquor and leaves the house cleaner than he found it? I can’t think of one. I was just hoping that both of my pets and all of my plants would still be alive. Boo delivered so much more than that. He delivered cleanliness and no neighbors having to call the cops.
Clearly, I need to leave Boo in charge more often.