Oh yeah, dad, I'm sleepy alright
I packed up my dorm room today, had to borrow the RA's phone to call my dad, then my mom, then my sister to figure out when my dad was coming to pick me up which ended up being an hour after Ma said he would. We get lunch together, walk around campus for a bit, then drive home. My dad was getting weirded out because I was being myself, that is talkative and loud and just over the top, because the oldest of my younger sisters came along for the ride and we were tossing gossip back and forth from the time she got there to halfway through the drive home and I almost never talk around my dad because he thinks I'm mildly insane and language obsessed and have nothing in common with me. I get home, say hi to my Ma, my older brother, my little brother (who suddenly decided his name was Steve...? whatever), and my mini-me sister, and plop down on the couch. We watch West Wing, blah bleh blah blah blah
11:30 rolls around and my dad yells at me that I need to go to bed. Say what? *headdesk*
Apparently staying up til midnight on a Friday night is a no-no now. WTF