Hola
Not much to do...again. I'm going to a concert-type deal tommorrow night. It's a christian rock band, but hell, there's nothing better to do and they might actually be good. You never know right? Besides, if I don't spend my money on that, then I'll spend it food and the last thing I need is to buy more munchies. If you saw my kitchen at the moment, you would understand.
My dad just had surgery for a double hernia on Tuesday so he can't move around. He has nothing to do, so he smokes. To prevent the very smelly-ness of chain smoking, my mom went out and bought a whole bunch of chips and crackers and cookies. By the time he's recovered, my dad will be as fat as Santa Claus. I think that, because of this, he should be willing to pass the wheat thins on to me. One less box of junk to eat, right? I mean, he doesn't want to get fat, don't you think? Especially since he works construction and that would be bad.
So okay, I'm going now. The hour's almost over and I still have some stuff left to do.
Two months and six days!
My dad just had surgery for a double hernia on Tuesday so he can't move around. He has nothing to do, so he smokes. To prevent the very smelly-ness of chain smoking, my mom went out and bought a whole bunch of chips and crackers and cookies. By the time he's recovered, my dad will be as fat as Santa Claus. I think that, because of this, he should be willing to pass the wheat thins on to me. One less box of junk to eat, right? I mean, he doesn't want to get fat, don't you think? Especially since he works construction and that would be bad.
So okay, I'm going now. The hour's almost over and I still have some stuff left to do.
Two months and six days!