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Oh that was beautiful. Just beautiful.
My father actually told my mother to shut up. YES!!!!
It went like this: Mom decided that it would be cool to sit on the commode of the toilet that opens to the kitchen while she talks to my father and me. So she rambles on about her day, blah blah, until she comes to something about an invitation to a Tapas party that also extended to me. I tell her thanks but no thanks, that I'm 17 and I don't really want to go to my parents' parties. She gets all huffy, saying that she thought it was a good idea for me to attend. I stuck with my previous response. She starts yelling, "Meghan, I really wish you wouldn't start world war three every time you talk to me." I'm just like... yeah. I look at my father with this look that says, "and there she goes again." He nods. Hah.
Then Dad asks her if she'll get off the toilet and take a seat in the kitchen where we can all see eachother and talk normally. Mom get's all snide, and says, "Well the commode is more comfortable." Right.
Then she starts getting ridiculous about me having to be at the mall at 7:30 on saturday. She apparently has this thing that she has to go to, and she has to be there at 6:30, so she'd ahve to drop me off at 6:00. I'm fine with that. I tell her I can sit in Starbucks and have a coffee and catch up on my reading. She doesn't like that one bit. I tell her that's what I'm gonna do, and she says, "I don't like that." Then we get to talking about something totally different. Five minutes later, she says, "Well I guess I just won't go to my party then."
This is where Dad come in.
Dad: "You just came in here and decided to be an a-hole, didn't you?" (He actually said "a" hole. Not asshole. Ah, daddy.)
Mom: What are you talking about? What?
Dad: I'm talking about how you tried to make Meghan go to some party where she wouldn't know anyone, and then you wouldn't get off the toilet when I asked you to nicely, and now you're harping about Meghan sitting at the mall drinking a cup of coffee, which I don't have a problem with. Then you yell at her for making this world war three when really it's you, it's you who always sets everything up to be world war three.
Mom: You can't talk to me like that.
Dad: I just did.
Mom: -disgruntled noise-
Dad: Sometimes, you need to be talked to like that.
Mom: Fine, I'm just gonna go then.
Dad: Fine.
-364526 seconds later...-
Mom: What is your problem with me sitting on the toilet? It's comfortable!! I like it!!
And this is where I leave, because I do have better things to do than listen to them yell at eachother.
High five, Dad!!
And.... ugh. Mom just came upstairs. Apparently Dad apologized to her.
Damn the world.
And now she's telling me everything that went on while I was gone.
God, I hate the world.
My father actually told my mother to shut up. YES!!!!
It went like this: Mom decided that it would be cool to sit on the commode of the toilet that opens to the kitchen while she talks to my father and me. So she rambles on about her day, blah blah, until she comes to something about an invitation to a Tapas party that also extended to me. I tell her thanks but no thanks, that I'm 17 and I don't really want to go to my parents' parties. She gets all huffy, saying that she thought it was a good idea for me to attend. I stuck with my previous response. She starts yelling, "Meghan, I really wish you wouldn't start world war three every time you talk to me." I'm just like... yeah. I look at my father with this look that says, "and there she goes again." He nods. Hah.
Then Dad asks her if she'll get off the toilet and take a seat in the kitchen where we can all see eachother and talk normally. Mom get's all snide, and says, "Well the commode is more comfortable." Right.
Then she starts getting ridiculous about me having to be at the mall at 7:30 on saturday. She apparently has this thing that she has to go to, and she has to be there at 6:30, so she'd ahve to drop me off at 6:00. I'm fine with that. I tell her I can sit in Starbucks and have a coffee and catch up on my reading. She doesn't like that one bit. I tell her that's what I'm gonna do, and she says, "I don't like that." Then we get to talking about something totally different. Five minutes later, she says, "Well I guess I just won't go to my party then."
This is where Dad come in.
Dad: "You just came in here and decided to be an a-hole, didn't you?" (He actually said "a" hole. Not asshole. Ah, daddy.)
Mom: What are you talking about? What?
Dad: I'm talking about how you tried to make Meghan go to some party where she wouldn't know anyone, and then you wouldn't get off the toilet when I asked you to nicely, and now you're harping about Meghan sitting at the mall drinking a cup of coffee, which I don't have a problem with. Then you yell at her for making this world war three when really it's you, it's you who always sets everything up to be world war three.
Mom: You can't talk to me like that.
Dad: I just did.
Mom: -disgruntled noise-
Dad: Sometimes, you need to be talked to like that.
Mom: Fine, I'm just gonna go then.
Dad: Fine.
-364526 seconds later...-
Mom: What is your problem with me sitting on the toilet? It's comfortable!! I like it!!
And this is where I leave, because I do have better things to do than listen to them yell at eachother.
High five, Dad!!
And.... ugh. Mom just came upstairs. Apparently Dad apologized to her.
Damn the world.
And now she's telling me everything that went on while I was gone.
God, I hate the world.