Thanks folks!
I'm reminded of the scene in Raising Hope when the mom gushes that the people whose houses she cleans clean before she gets there to clean their houses
Yeah, I vacuumed this morning. Didn't make much difference in her estimate, I suspect.
Ugh. Malignant. That's why they wanted me not to talk to them while I driving, despite the hands-free.
My father sucks at "buck up" speeches.
My mother's oncologist dated my cousin who died in a motorcycle accident 20 years ago. Jamaica's not large.
Seriously, he's really bad at this. He's really fucking depressing me. And, probably involuntarily, making me feel like shit for not being there.
I am so sorry, ita. And I am sorry your dad is bad at this.