Wooooooooo MC!
Miles City, I have found, is one of the most ironic places on earth. Use your imagination.
In other news, to quote my step mom this morning:
"I don't think that i could be more proud of a president than i am of president bush. He is a christian- and i think he really carefully considers the desicions he makes."
I kept my mouth shut.
Tonight we are having tater tot casserole for dinner. yum. "It's just so delicious" -step mom
The dreaded tattoo unveiling to my father happened in the following manner:
Discretely, coaxed my 16 year old brother into the room with me. "How should i tell him?" Zane, with a sort of pained concern on his face replied,
"Ask him what he thinks fir---
At that moment, my father walked in. The looks on our faces told him something untoward had happened.
"What?"
"Uh, Dad? What do you think of tattoos?"
His face contorted. "You didnt, lacy."
"I was just wondering, what do you think?" My voice was shrill.
"Not till you're 18"
"Dad, I AM 18."
"Then not till after you are out of the house." He detected the telling look on my face. "WHERE IS IT?"
I turn around and pull down my shirt so the perfect circle enclosing the dark branches began to peek above the orange wool. Meekly, i say "do you like it daddy?
"i'm just glad you got it somewhere it wont show." With a reprimanding glance, he turned and poured himself a rum and diet coke in the kitchen.
shit.
It could have been worse, i suppose. oh well. I would have been disappointed if there wasnt the look of shock on his face.
In other news, to quote my step mom this morning:
"I don't think that i could be more proud of a president than i am of president bush. He is a christian- and i think he really carefully considers the desicions he makes."
I kept my mouth shut.
Tonight we are having tater tot casserole for dinner. yum. "It's just so delicious" -step mom
The dreaded tattoo unveiling to my father happened in the following manner:
Discretely, coaxed my 16 year old brother into the room with me. "How should i tell him?" Zane, with a sort of pained concern on his face replied,
"Ask him what he thinks fir---
At that moment, my father walked in. The looks on our faces told him something untoward had happened.
"What?"
"Uh, Dad? What do you think of tattoos?"
His face contorted. "You didnt, lacy."
"I was just wondering, what do you think?" My voice was shrill.
"Not till you're 18"
"Dad, I AM 18."
"Then not till after you are out of the house." He detected the telling look on my face. "WHERE IS IT?"
I turn around and pull down my shirt so the perfect circle enclosing the dark branches began to peek above the orange wool. Meekly, i say "do you like it daddy?
"i'm just glad you got it somewhere it wont show." With a reprimanding glance, he turned and poured himself a rum and diet coke in the kitchen.
shit.
It could have been worse, i suppose. oh well. I would have been disappointed if there wasnt the look of shock on his face.