Mal ,'Objects In Space'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My father, proving that no matter how old we get he's still my father, has informed me that he thinks I use too much toilet paper.
I'm sorry. This makes me laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. The fact that he would even mention such a thing!
Now thinking about it, I do go through much less toilet paper now that I don't live with you. Oh, wait. That might be because I'm down a person! Nevermind.
Can I throw a tantrum now?
Yes, you have earned one this week.
The fact that he would even mention such a thing!
Seriously! I think he wants to blame our current plumbing issue (the shower!) on me -- and if it does turn out to have to do with my use of toilet paper, I will have to leave the country. Or possibly commit ritual suicide. But failing that... Christ, Dad, by biology (or at least social habit) I'm going to use toilet paper much more often than you do, and also I DON'T WANT TO DISCUSS THIS GO AWAY THANK YOU.
Now. Tantrum?
Tantrum away.
Also, 3 squares of TP per visit is all you need, missy. I have no memory of who told me that, but I do remember being, huh? It could have been my parents since we had 3 girls.
I DON'T WANT TO DISCUSS THIS GO AWAY THANK YOU.
TOTALLY.
Tantrum?
Watching kiddos this week while their parents are on a cruise. I will need a cruise after this week. Love 'em, but holy cow, the tantrums have gotten out. of. control. So, I want to throw one now.
I walked out of the school after dropping them off this morning and said, "Freedom!" One of the moms (the art teacher, who I know and really like) was like, "Oh, yes. Yes. You are one of us now."
One of the moms (the art teacher, who I know and really like) was like, "Oh, yes. Yes. You are one of us now."
You so are. From the moment you dropped a kid off in your PJs.
vw, those kids have it all backwards. They're supposed to save up all of those tantrums to torture their parents with when they get home to punish them for daring to go on vacation.
From the moment you dropped a kid off in your PJs.
Yup. I'm SO never gonna live that one down. I makes me laugh and laugh. And now I'm gonna think of it every time I wear those jammies.
You are one of us now.
BWAH! Yes.
I will need a cruise after this week.
Why do you think I went to Vegas?
Emily's apparently my sister. Or at least her dad is channeling my dad.
French toast bagels with cream cheese are perfection. Not healthy perfection but tasty perfection.
Emily, I am mortified, and I've never even met your Dad.
Do not want!