Oh, no, Brenda. Much health-ma to your dad.
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shit, brenda! much ~ma for him.
The kind of funny part - my sister was supposed to go the ballgame today with this guy she just started seeing. He had to cancel right before to take his mother to the hospital. They got together later on and had just sat down to dinner when she gets the call from my dad.
Aww. Poor dad, brenda! But that part about your sister and her date is kinda funny, in a maybe they should rethink their whole relationship before they have no parents left kind of way.
Good health vibes to your dad, Brenda.
WHy are they interviewing George Bush?!?!
The longer he's focused on the Olympics and thus unaware of his chance to play John Wayne opposite Russia, the better. Can we stretch the Games out until January? And maybe assign Brandi Chastain to rip off her shirt anytime it looks like an adviser is bringing him an update?
The medal ceremony for the Men's Swimming Relay was the first time in about 7 years that my heart was really into standing for the Star Spangled Banner. It's a nice feeling to have back.
Lots of ~ma to your dad, brenda.
Last week, when I was at the beach with my parents, someone that my mom was talking to asked me what grade I was in.
Every time I answer the Goddamn phone and it's someone who doesn't know me, I get the "can I speak with mommy or daddy?". IT'S KILLING ME.
When I was 10 or 11 and went with my dad to the car, I remember someone asking me about my husband, meaning my dad. That was way weird.
Every time I answer the Goddamn phone and it's someone who doesn't know me, I get the "can I speak with mommy or daddy?". IT'S KILLING ME.
I get that too. Extremely irritating.
When I was 11, and my brother was 8, I took him to one of those carts at the mall to get our picture taken (for a coffee mug for my mom, as a Mom's Day gift), and the guy working the cart asked me out on a date, wondering if I could get a babysitter for my son. I was like, dude, I'm 11. He's my brother. He's 8! And he was like, well, you're wearing a ring. And I was like, SO??? 11! 8!
ETA: And just a couple weeks ago, I got carded going in to see "Wanted." Sadly, I still look exactly like I did when I was 11. Except my hair's shorter.
I got a Croatian CouchSurfer coming here later today (don't know when yet).
It probably means I should clean the house: kitchen, living room, bathrooms. It's gonna take me at least an hour, probably more like 90 minutes.
I should get to it, don't I...?
Someone please say "no"
Someone please say "no"
No.
And in mistaken-for-other-ages news, when I pick up the phone at home, I'm often mistaken for my mom. There are 41 years and a sex change between me and her, so this is not quite a good thing.