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isaar24: punch him in the face
Emaheevul07: that'd be great
Emaheevul07: "hey dad, spend hundreds of dollars so i can play a sport that will probably cause me to break every bone in my body. *PUNCH*"
isaar24: IT'S FOOLPROOF
isaar24: YOU CAN'T FAIL!
So yeah, I've been grounded for a week. I didn't go to church last week, I got grounded, blah dee blah dee blah. Long story short, on Saturday I got sick. Not the going-to-die sick, but the 101 degree tempurature hurts-to-swallow sick. Slept from 2 till 7 in the afternoon, then went to bed shortly after midnight. Woke up at like 10 this morning, took dayquil. Still felt crappy. Fell asleep on couch. Come 11:15, my dad comes and wakes me up by rocking the couch, and informs me that we're going to church. I still feel crappy. He doesn't believe me, because I'm on my own personal crusade to not go to church as many Sundays as possible. He informs me that if I don't go, I'll be grounded for another week. I don't have the energy to argue, and apparently a temperature of 99 degrees isn't enough to feel crappy. I wasn't aware that there was a limit. So anyways, I promptly fall asleep again, he goes to church, and I get grounded for another week.
The plus side is that mother came home from work about an hour ago, and slapped some sense into my dad. Not literally, but it would have been funny. I'm now ungrounded. But still sick.
Emaheevul07: that'd be great
Emaheevul07: "hey dad, spend hundreds of dollars so i can play a sport that will probably cause me to break every bone in my body. *PUNCH*"
isaar24: IT'S FOOLPROOF
isaar24: YOU CAN'T FAIL!
So yeah, I've been grounded for a week. I didn't go to church last week, I got grounded, blah dee blah dee blah. Long story short, on Saturday I got sick. Not the going-to-die sick, but the 101 degree tempurature hurts-to-swallow sick. Slept from 2 till 7 in the afternoon, then went to bed shortly after midnight. Woke up at like 10 this morning, took dayquil. Still felt crappy. Fell asleep on couch. Come 11:15, my dad comes and wakes me up by rocking the couch, and informs me that we're going to church. I still feel crappy. He doesn't believe me, because I'm on my own personal crusade to not go to church as many Sundays as possible. He informs me that if I don't go, I'll be grounded for another week. I don't have the energy to argue, and apparently a temperature of 99 degrees isn't enough to feel crappy. I wasn't aware that there was a limit. So anyways, I promptly fall asleep again, he goes to church, and I get grounded for another week.
The plus side is that mother came home from work about an hour ago, and slapped some sense into my dad. Not literally, but it would have been funny. I'm now ungrounded. But still sick.