Oh, he owes me big time

So, last summer we had these three guys from West Virginia come and do some yardwork and fix-up stuff in the house for a week or two. They're family of one of my mom's friends at school, and were all really nice guys, even though they smoked.

They're coming again this summer. Er, tomorrow, specifically. They'll be staying in the basement, which happens to be my brother's domain and his responsibility to clean. All he has to do is clean the den and the bathroom downstairs. That's all.

Mom told my brother last week he needed to clean the basement. Did he clean downstairs? No. So guess who got to clean for four, five hours downstairs? Yours truly of course.

I-- I honestly have no words for how disgusting his bathroom was. I walked in and the smell hit me like a slap to the face. I almost threw up. And the toilet? Completely black. Too me forever to scrub it clean, and THEN I had to work on the shower.

It was-- yeah. And I definitely don't have a Mother's Day gift because I asked TJ to buy a present and I'd pay him back and he's MIA. Who knows if he'll actually be home for Mother's Day.

...I really, really hope she kicks his free-loading butt out of the house like she keeps saying she will. Gah.