House of TM: Mistake
This prompt is for House of TM. Dom and Logan are married with a teenage daughter named Beatrice, which the name, of course, the child detests. *g* She is also Cap and Tony's next door neighbor. And a complete soccer mom. *snort* TM Dom will still be around for the various RP's and such, though.
My biggest mistake? Not opting for the mini-van.
No seriously. Do you know how many arguments Logan and I have been in over this stupid car? Granted, I know he's right and he knows he's right, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I got the Mercedes and the lease is still active for another two years. I mean, how the hell was I to know that Beatrice was going to fall in love with soccer and have what has to be the largest group of friends in the entire world. My luck didn't quite seem to cover that aspect of it. I mean, of course she's popular. I mean, she DOES have my genes. But, it's a tad bit difficult trying to fit 7 giggling, screaming girls in soccer gear into a Benz.
Don't get me wrong. I've done it. But it's really, REALLY difficult.
Logan just shakes his head at me when I bitch about my interior getting screwed up. Then generally there is some snarky comment and I get mad, and then he gets mad. And then we yell. And after that, there's ususally some ridiculously hot sex.
So in that case, perhaps it was better that I didn't get the mini-van. Lucky me.
My biggest mistake? Not opting for the mini-van.
No seriously. Do you know how many arguments Logan and I have been in over this stupid car? Granted, I know he's right and he knows he's right, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I got the Mercedes and the lease is still active for another two years. I mean, how the hell was I to know that Beatrice was going to fall in love with soccer and have what has to be the largest group of friends in the entire world. My luck didn't quite seem to cover that aspect of it. I mean, of course she's popular. I mean, she DOES have my genes. But, it's a tad bit difficult trying to fit 7 giggling, screaming girls in soccer gear into a Benz.
Don't get me wrong. I've done it. But it's really, REALLY difficult.
Logan just shakes his head at me when I bitch about my interior getting screwed up. Then generally there is some snarky comment and I get mad, and then he gets mad. And then we yell. And after that, there's ususally some ridiculously hot sex.
So in that case, perhaps it was better that I didn't get the mini-van. Lucky me.