Dear Mother
You know, it is not my fault that Jabba wants to bitch about the fact that my permit expired when he A. Doesn't drive me anywhere anyway, B.Has to have a ride everywhere himself and has a car with even less miles than my inherited car, C. Had it explained to him yesterday that as soon as I get my next check, I'm going to renew the permit and have the guy come out for lessons, D. Has had this explained to him every day for the past week, several times a day too.
So don't take it out on me that he's acting like this. It is not my fault that he's gotten on his high horse for no damn reason about this. It is also not my fault that you screamed and swore at me for the entire ride the last time I drove, all because I asked you for directions, thus causing me to be upset and not drive at my best. Christ, its not like I spend my days doing nothing.
I am not looking forward to driving down to Orlando with either one of you. I may resort to drugging myself senseless actually...
So don't take it out on me that he's acting like this. It is not my fault that he's gotten on his high horse for no damn reason about this. It is also not my fault that you screamed and swore at me for the entire ride the last time I drove, all because I asked you for directions, thus causing me to be upset and not drive at my best. Christ, its not like I spend my days doing nothing.
I am not looking forward to driving down to Orlando with either one of you. I may resort to drugging myself senseless actually...