I’ve waited to write this entry for long enough. My dad is a fucking idiot. Just now, he finished getting the cat hair off of my couch. What did he use? A spider/roach trap (think fly paper, but folded into a little tunnel). Seriously. He’s been in Nashville for 178 hours (10,680 minutes) and I’m ready to kill someone. The problem is, I can’t
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If you ever wanna go out for red meat and dark greens, let me know. ;-)
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Man we've needed a lot of flying monkeys lately huh? *Big hugs* You need to come over for coffee and a fitting young lady. With out the father of course. Scott might try to teach him to fly off the balcony ;)
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