|"I'm getting a neck massage from Dad; what are you doing?"|
Then she "reminded" me I'm not allowed on the ottoman.
|"I'm not technically 'on' it, I'm leaning against it."|
I mean, seriously. How many times do I have to explain that? She insisted there was still a "No Sibes On The Furniture" (except for the bed) rule in place.
Dad doesn't mind. And it's HIS ottoman. Which means it's my ottoman ... at least when Mom's not looking.