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In a few hours my house will be invaded by a herd of teenage boys. And they will kill me.

December 7, 2013 by Mona Andrei 2 Comments

Bacon and tomato soup guts

Happy Saturday, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!

Well today’s the day that I’ve been dreading all week – AND feeling guilty about it.

Why?

Earlier in the year my son’s English teacher asked the class to write a script – as in: short movie script.

I have to say that this is the only homework that didn’t involve 16 thousand questions that sound like: Did you do your homework? Why aren’t you doing your homework? So where’s your homework?

My son actually ENJOYED writing his script and even typed the 13 pages out to present his teacher with a “clean” copy.

All good so far, right?

Except that . . .

My son’s script ended up being the “chosen one”. Yup, his teacher said, “Jon . . .” (because apparently since entering high school he’s too cool for his REAL name – JonATHAN) . . . “I’d like you to gather a group of classmates and film your script.” (Don’t quote me on that. It’s how his teacher sounds in my head.)

Which, I realize in theory sounds like something you’d want to congratulate and even celebrate, right?

Except that his movie is about ZOMBIES. Also he’s put me in it as a zombie victim AND . . . here’s the quasi-dreaded part: He’s having a herd of teenage boys over today to shoot his movie in my house.

Do you know what that means?

It means a huge ketchup mess all over my house, that’s what it means.

*Sigh*

My plans today? Well, I thought I was going to do the other dreaded thing (shopping) – but instead my day is going to look like this:

  • Run to the grocery store to stock up on ketchup, cleaning supplies and FOOD.
  • (I’m no fortune teller but I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a lot of food consumption today because TEENAGE BOYS.

  • Track down all the ketchup-blood stains throughout my house – IN REAL-TIME.
  • Fill and re-fill chip bowls.
  • Lie dead as some zombie eats my stomach.
  • Oh. And in case you were wondering what that picture is above, it’s my guts. Actually, it’s a bacon-strips-soaked-in-tomato-soup concoction that my son prepared last night for the day’s, er, festivities.

    Wish me luck! (Pretty please?)

    Meanwhile, here’s a recap of this week’s activities:

    T’is the season. Or something.

    They’re putting me in the Guinness World Record of kitchen disasters. Actually, I’m the only one in that category so in a way I’m an innovator.

    Wordless Wednesday is cancelled for this week because OH PELEEAAASSSSE, PEOPLE!!! (This post was also selected as a home page feature article over at Savvymom.ca – yayyy!)

    Shopping for teens. It gets harder and harder every freaking year.

    PS. If you never hear from me again, it’s because I’m a zombie now.

    PPS. Come to think of it, I would rather be a vampire. Why didn’t he write a vampire movie – he KNOWS we’re part Romanian?!!!

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    1. Kim says

      December 7, 2013 at 11:19 pm

      Please, please convince him to let you post the video on your blog!!!
      And – good luck – better you than me.
      My 15 year old is actually filming a movie trailer today for his English class – thankfully he just utilized his brother and dad for a few small roles!

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      • Mona Andrei says

        December 8, 2013 at 12:54 pm

        Thanks for stopping by, Kim! And yes, I have a small snippet from yesterday’s shoot that I will share on the blog tomorrow 🙂

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