...because when we don't speak, that means we're listening ever so much. Like when DH tells the skids to mow the lawn, and while he's outside, SS15 feels the need to call BM and get sarcastic about it with her. Right in front of me. He must be a total dumb-ass, because I guess he thinks just because I don't speak to him, that must mean I don't hear anything either. This would make DH furious, by the way. They both lied to him about not having eaten all day long (forgetting, I suppose, that I was here all afternoon and witnessed them eating all day, not to mention they left evidence behind in the sink), so they just HAVE to eat SOMETHING before they mow the lawn! They're hoping the sun will go down and they won't have to do it. SS13 is currently mowing the front whilst muttering under his breath, I'm sure about how awful DH is (and me too, by proxy), meanwhile, SS15 is making himself a five-course meal so he can stall further (after making a snarky phone call to BM). We're supposed to be taking these brats to the Royal Gorge tomorrow...I sure hope they don't do anything stupid between now and bed time, because I will definitely not hesitate to inform DH of these things so I don't have to endure this excursion tomorrow. Teenagers are the devil.