So the comments from my last post, gave some people a glimpse into what it was like growing up with my parents. Just in case you didn’t read the comments, here is a text message conversation I had with my father this evening (complete with typos):
Daddy: yer mean mom never sent the gps. I’ll do it tomoro
xtina: thanks. I’ll need it next weekend*
D: sorry…you want me send the mama day thing** back
x: Nope, she still gets it
D: I think yer trying to suck up to her…what are you fishing for?
x: Love and acceptance. And more blog comments.
D: Love and acceptance are free…
x: So are mothers day presents.
D: You have run circles around me logically
x: Thats what u sent me to school 4 right?
D: no……so you can support me in my dotage
x: Well u shouldnt have sent me 2 temple then. All they taught me was to talk in circles.
D: So go back and learn some other useless crap
x: If u pay 4 it.
D: Nope…run a fundraiser…maybe joe corbi pizza
x: Cheezy bread!
D: you gotta sell a butt-load of cheezy bread to pay for more school…you better get started
*I don’t need it for directions; my dash won’t tell me the proper speed. I’m trying to exhaust all my options before buying a new dash.
**Referring to the Mother’s Day present I just sent in the mail.
Those of you who know me personally will see where I get my sense of humor from.