My madre travels a lot. When she does, I'm responsible for feeding her dogs. So, I come to feed the dogs and notice she has boxes on her porch. Like the good daughter I am. I go try to move the boxes. Well, the boxes are her barber chairs because she's opening up a barber shop really soon. So, I'm thinking I most definitely have to bring these in because I don't want these stolen, so I go get the dolly and drag them heavy shits inside. So, I proceed to go feed these monsters of dogs she has and it's all cool til I notice that their water is dirty. So I get the big ass bucket and clean it out and put it back in the gate. By now I'm feeling like a farmer and somebody's son. I go get the water hose and stick it through the gate to fill the bucket, this bucket is big so it takes a while to fill. In front of the gate it's a bunch of trees, so I have to squeeze through the trees and squat to hold the hose. My legs start burning from squatting so long, so I just stand up and stay bent down. A song comes to my head and I start twerking a little bit. Still filling the bucket water. Twerk. Water. Twerk. Water. Finally the bucket is full. I go put the hose up and go tell the dogs bye and I twerk in their faces.
I hop in the car and look at my phone. A series of text from my mama.
"Why are you walking back and forth by the garage?"
"Why do you have the dolly?"
"Put those boxes in the garage."
"Kooks, I see you twerking under the trees."
"Stop dancing like that in front of my dogs!"
"Thanks for filling their bucket, make sure my house is locked."
I forgot my mama had cameras on the house!
