a desperate plea for sympathy
never getting help doesn't make you brave.
dave was home for dinner tonight and we all laughed a lot. apparently i eat funny, i guess whenever i hold food in my hands it looks stupid because i have stubby fingers and they seem to cover whatever i am holding completely. but this is a conversation we had.
amy: dad are you still sick?
dad: no! (achoo! cough cough cough!)
mom: sounds like you still are. maybe you are allergic to me, terry! (aka dad)
amy: oh no! dad what if you really are allergic to mom???
dad: well, i guess i'd just have to put her down.
dave was home for dinner tonight and we all laughed a lot. apparently i eat funny, i guess whenever i hold food in my hands it looks stupid because i have stubby fingers and they seem to cover whatever i am holding completely. but this is a conversation we had.
amy: dad are you still sick?
dad: no! (achoo! cough cough cough!)
mom: sounds like you still are. maybe you are allergic to me, terry! (aka dad)
amy: oh no! dad what if you really are allergic to mom???
dad: well, i guess i'd just have to put her down.