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So I have decided that whoever created my father forgot the logical section in his brain.
My sister stayed home from school sick today, and when I was talking to him he said something about all of us going shopping tonight. And I was like, NO. Robyn stayed home sick, I don’t care if she feels better at night, she obviously wasn't feeling well enough to go to school, so she shouldn’t be allowed to go shopping. Maybe I am just a bitch, but I was never allowed to, and I don’t really see the logic in it. Then he asked when he was supposed to take her shopping etc. and then I started yelling at him for thinking about that before thinking about the fact that his daughter was sick and that started a whole thing. Oh man. Why do I feel it necessary to get myself into these things with my father? I don’t know. I can't help it. And to make matters worse, I do, in fact, have to go shopping w/ him tonight for my grandparents so I just know that he is going to want to talk about it. Ugh. Just let it go for one time in your damn life! That’s what I say!
But after that I am probably going to Racheles for smoothies then going up to Holiday House w/ all of the wonderful mikes people because Pat is bartending (I think). I will probably need a drink or two. . .
On a funnier note, I sat on Bailey (what i decided to name the kitten) this morning. I don’t know if any of you have ever accidentally sat on your cats, but its an interesting experience. Especially when you cover them with blankets on accident first (he was sleeping w/ me on my bed and i didn't realize it), then sit on the blankets. Then you get up real fast b/c you realize it didn’t quite feel the way it was supposed to, then the covers begin flailing on their own. Then Annette almost pees her pants, this of course is after she makes sure Bailey is ok. It was a good time.
Now I get to go to math review! Yay! I can't wait! . . . not.
My sister stayed home from school sick today, and when I was talking to him he said something about all of us going shopping tonight. And I was like, NO. Robyn stayed home sick, I don’t care if she feels better at night, she obviously wasn't feeling well enough to go to school, so she shouldn’t be allowed to go shopping. Maybe I am just a bitch, but I was never allowed to, and I don’t really see the logic in it. Then he asked when he was supposed to take her shopping etc. and then I started yelling at him for thinking about that before thinking about the fact that his daughter was sick and that started a whole thing. Oh man. Why do I feel it necessary to get myself into these things with my father? I don’t know. I can't help it. And to make matters worse, I do, in fact, have to go shopping w/ him tonight for my grandparents so I just know that he is going to want to talk about it. Ugh. Just let it go for one time in your damn life! That’s what I say!
But after that I am probably going to Racheles for smoothies then going up to Holiday House w/ all of the wonderful mikes people because Pat is bartending (I think). I will probably need a drink or two. . .
On a funnier note, I sat on Bailey (what i decided to name the kitten) this morning. I don’t know if any of you have ever accidentally sat on your cats, but its an interesting experience. Especially when you cover them with blankets on accident first (he was sleeping w/ me on my bed and i didn't realize it), then sit on the blankets. Then you get up real fast b/c you realize it didn’t quite feel the way it was supposed to, then the covers begin flailing on their own. Then Annette almost pees her pants, this of course is after she makes sure Bailey is ok. It was a good time.
Now I get to go to math review! Yay! I can't wait! . . . not.