"FPC. IF YOU FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SHIT GOING ON, I WILL HOGTIE YOU AND DRAG YOU TO A GUILT-REMOVAL FACTORY, OH YES!"
I have no idea who you might be talking about. Nope.
someone is right on the intenet and it's us, about you.
I love you people.
Oh, and Dad said to say hi to the invisible Buffista people.
Jilli, I'm willing to have duck for Christmas this year if it helps any.
Actual phone call with Dad last week:
Me, answering the phone: Hi! I was going to call you tonight! I'm sorry I haven't called recently.
Dad: Jillian, unlike your mother, I know you still love me even if you don't call home every day. You're busy having a life, I'm busy having a life. We check in when we can.
Me: ... okay?
Dad: So, (mutual friend) thumped me on the head and pointed out that I probably hadn't told you ...
Me: Whaaaaat?
Dad: You know that friend/coworker of (mutual friend) who was in a really bad living situation? She's now living in the spare room. I had the space, extra money is helpful, and she's very nice.
Me: ... Nope. You hadn't mentioned that to me at all. Huh. Well, yay rooommate?
Hi, Dad!
I just went to call in refills for all four of Kittenish's meds and they are ALL refillable until 11/5. I AM A SUCCESSFUL ADULT!
Jilli, my mom has the endearing/annoying habit of assuming if she has told my sister about something, by mystical genetic osmosis, I also know it. By telepathy.
I get it.
Jilli, is the spare room the front room across from the kitchen?
Tell Dad I miss him!
Jilli, is the spare room the front room across from the kitchen?
Yep. It's no longer a pantry/yarn storage space! Which kind of boggles my mind.