They tried to make me see my father…
Posted on Mar 12, 2008 under she-who-shall-not-be-named |Sometimes I really despise my conscience.
The fact that I feel morally obligated to meet the potato means that I am forced to spend the weekend with my father and she-who-shall-not-be-named. This is a most lurid fate. Not only is it common knowledge that I hate spending time with them, I know that they hold our visits in comparable regard.
The sole silver-lining is that I get to see my brother Liam. He is so irritatingly adorable that my heart melts when I am forced to part with him.
My goodness I sound sappy.
By PupBen on Mar 13, 2008 | Reply
At least you get to see Liam. BTW, I love how you call her She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, it reminds me of Harry Potter.
By yoonamaniac on Mar 13, 2008 | Reply
Ha, is there anything that does NOT remind you of Harry Potter, PupBen?
By PupBen on Mar 13, 2008 | Reply
Not much, no. I bet if you named something, I could link it to Harry Potter.
By Baja-Ma on Mar 13, 2008 | Reply
Have fun!