Jun 27, 2011 00:57
The trip was.. a trip.
My parents are still here for another week. We've been having meaningful conversations over dinner. By meaningful, I mean, obnoxious and repetitive. I don't know how many times my mum can tell me to marry a nice girl, or how many different ways, before she gets the idea I'm not even listening anymore.
mother knows best,
summer,
mommy dearest