“You know how I have a pretty tough time saying no when people request things from me?” Amy said.
Deck stopped sipping his coffee, put his paperback on the table beside his chair and looked at Amy wondering exactly what she had done.
“Good, you remember,” Amy said. She moved to the couch to sit next to Deck.
“Well,” she continued, “we’re going to be house sitting for Mark and Cayla from work this weekend. They’re going to Baton Rouge and think their dogs will have a tough time at a doggy daycare for three days.”
“That sounds awful,” Deck said.
“It does. We need to think up ways to make it suck less,” Amy said.
“We could not do it,” Deck suggested.
“Too late for that,” Amy countered, “next?”
“We could pay someone else to take care of it,” Deck was already pulling out his credit card.
“What if we put it on AirBnB? We make bank and someone else is there!” Amy said, giddily clapping.
“We turn it into a haunted house outside of Halloween season. Hipsters will love it,” Deck rambled.
“We paint that snake symbol from Harry Potter on the ceiling and don’t say a word unless prompted,” Amy said.
“We take up the carpet, draw every symbol from Supernatural underneath it and put it back,” Deck said.
“Behind every framed photo or piece of art, we write a seven letter Scrabble word,” Amy rattled off.
Both lost themselves to laughter plotting and pondering how to make a house sitting weekend be less awful. The suggestions flew for another five minutes growing more and more outrageous with every word. Finally, Amy had had enough.
“We’re going to sit in their house and order pizzas all weekend, right?” Amy asked.
“Oh, that’s a given. Could you imagine actually not doing this to the best of our ability?” Deck said, panic in his voice.
“We’d have to move,” Amy said.
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