For those who wonder about my...less than upbeat attitude toward life, let me cue you in a bit more as to the joy that is being me.
I called home for fathers' day, and first I had to get through my sister (43, psychotic, and still living at home) who made some sort of snide remark to my mom or dad or whoever when she called down from her lair to let them know it was me calling. Then my dad answers, and he responds sarcastically when I wish him happy fathers' day ("Oh, yeah right..."), and acts like I've inconvenienced him by calling, saying he was just about to go to bed (at 8 PM). So the call lasted a grand total of 1 minute 41 seconds, and it wouldn't have been that long had I not bothered to try and make conversation by talking about what I did today.
Can you FEEL the love?!
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