If I started listing all the things the evil grandma does to drive me up the wall I'd probably come across as petty and childish and paranoid. Because they are just little things. Little jellyfishy things. Or little dumb things. Or little frustrating things. But they all accumulate into one giant ball of--
Suffice it to say that the quantity of time
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*CLINGS* Only seven more days, only seven more days...
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Steve's standing on the other side, rain splattering down just behind him. There's raindrops in his eyelashes. Danny's life is ridiculous.
"Oh, what fresh hell are you," Danny sighs, leaning against the doorframe. He honest-to-Jesus doesn't have energy for anything else. Nana and Gracie are in the middle of a going-on-five-hour-long game of Monopoly, and he's rapidly losing the will to live.
Steve's got his mouth open like he's about to say something, then he frowns and says instead, "You look like you got run over by a truck."
"I look that good, huh?" Danny says.
"What happened? You look like crap and all your stuff is--" Steve leans over Danny's shoulder, peering into the living room. "Organized. Did you get a visit from the menehune since you moved in ( ... )
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*clutches pillow to chest* OH BB OH. I got dragged off to dinner and came back to THIS. I CAN'T EVEN. I LOVE YOU.
*LE CHINHANDS*
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Oh god, I wish my grandma would drink. Or let me drink. One of the two.
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aaaaugh i have to go be social. But I will know this is here and I will love you more and more with each passing second of the day. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Also would you like to give me terrible grandma characteristics that I can WEAVE INTO THE NARRATIVE LIKE A BOSS or would you like Nana to be completely opposite-day from your grandmother type person.
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SERIOUSLY WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO.
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