Why does he have to argue?!?
I don't know what exactly happened or when exactly it happened, but the AC unit was leaking really bad into the house.
Like all over the carpet.
The rug was just saturated with water under the unit and under the elliptical, and moving out across the rest of the living room.
So anyway, I am trying to fix it, tilt it back so it can drain out like it's supposed to, I'm doing everything I can think of to try and fix it, and I've got towels all over the rug trying to soak up the water.
It was is a huge mess.
I finally ask the teens to help me, I can't be on the inside of the house, and outside, trying to get it to sit just right in the space it goes, plus, I'm not supposed to be doing heavy lifting or moving of anything.
The whole freaking time, Mark is just arguing with me, do this, why don't you do this, why do I have to help you with this?
Um, gee son, because you're like 6 foot 2, strong, and because I freaking said for you to help me!
We finally get it fixed and he's still being all pissy.
I don't know what crawled up his teenage butthole today, but it needs to crawl back out or it's going to find my foot implanted up in there too.
