Can Ya'll Come Over? Now GO Home!
My weekend mantra:

I love my parents. I want them to visit. I enjoy their presence.
I love my parents. I want them to visit. I enjoy their presence.
I love my parents. I want them to visit. I enjoy their presence.
I love my parents. I want them to visit. I enjoy their presence.

What I am thinking:

I love my parents (when they're 5 hours away).
I want them to visit (for thirty minutes).
I enjoy their presence (for ten minutes).

That wicked wicked rodent bunny brought my parents with it. Despite my father's attempts to make my kids cry by telling them he'd run over the Easter Bunny on his way here, the first day wasn't so bad.

He kept most of his fat, lazy and stupid comments for when he had me cornered at the dinner table. Literally. No way out with the huge table, the small dining area and lots of people. Unless I sprouted a Spider Man web and slung my way over the top.

Chew chew chew, smile, rebuttal, wicked smile, frown, chew chew chew, rebuttal, protests from dh, chew chew, smile, rebuttal, mutual protests from dh and mom, chew chew, sip my soda, smile, rebuttal, chew chew, look around the room for chewing kids with heads down, flip dad the bird, smile and refuse to engage anymore.

I love my parents, I really really do.

I would say I am a horrifying mutant mix of the two of them - bitchy and blonde like my mama, stubborn ass like my papa. I was blessed with the worst possible traits of both. What you have is a concoction that should never have been available for any human. That is me. Ain't they proud!

- posted by Ginxy @ 4/12/2004 04:43:00 AM