So last night I call the nephew. “Range day tomorrow. Nine thirty. Be there.

I wanted to have a nice relaxing day at the range with Josh, my nephew, who knows the rules and comports himself perfectly at the range (under pain of death. Period.) and I knew we could go, nice warm spring day, and have a good time.

So we get back from mass and breakfast, pull in the driveway, and there sits Josh with his friend AJ.

Now, I know AJ. AJ is a good kid. But I’ve never been with him to a range. And I’m not adverse to taking him. In fact, we arranged a time and place where we would do just that. The nephew just decided he couldbring him along.
me:”Did I invite AJ?”
nephew:”I called you”
“No, you didn’t”
“yes, I did, there’s a message on your phone”
“Did I call you back and tell you it was ok to bring him?”
“No”
“then it’s not OK, is it? But you assumed it would be, so you just invited him along”
“Yes”
“Sorry. You lose range priveleges until I’m confident you can make better decisions”

As if this wasn’t bad enough, my daughter is talking to my sister about her new bedroom set etc. and the sister pipes in with “Oh, I’ll come and help you repaint your room and do this and that and… ”

me:”Um, what will you be doing to MY HOUSE?”
her:”Oh, sorry”

The day would have been an utter write off had it not been for the morning mass, the decent priest said it, and gave us all an excellent message for Palm Sunday: “Welcome Christ back into your life”. That was his entire sermon, more or less. Said with a sincerity that makes it hit home.

Happy easter week, folks. Hope it’s a good one for you.