Jenny was a housewife living in a typical ranch house in typical suburb. Nothing seemed abnormal about the day — the neighbor’s dog was barking. The time was eight-thirty, AM.
Just about everyone around was either on their way to work, already at school or, in Jenny’s case, brewing another pot of coffee for the morning.
Something was off though. Something Jenny could not ignore. Rinsing her “Best Mom, 2016” mug, she looked out the kitchen window to her backyard. Trying to embrace the normalcy of her circumstances.
It hit her like lightning. There on their perfectly manicured lawn, next to the bed of mums, was the alien boarder. Naked. Unkempt, as usual. And moonwalking like his life depended on it.
“Ralph!” Jenny shouted through the now open window, “Get back in the basement and put some clothes on! No one wants to see your planet’s mating rituals.”
“Morning wood?” Ralph answered sheepishly.
Ralph sulked back inside, deflated.
This wasn’t the first time Jenny questioned her husband’s wisdom in adopting Ralph. What the hell was he thinking?
I just realized, this sounds like it’s from an episode of “American Dad”. Please accept my apologies.