Father Daughter Things

I seem to have been on a hiatus. I am back now. For how long, though, I'm unsure.

Today my father Lee demanded I go to Costco with him. Because he had taken my sorry (and homeless) ass in, I agreed and went along with him even though I despise the place. The adventure turned out to be an interesting one. If anyone would like to know a good place for father bonding time, Costco is perfect.

Somewhere between the mega-pack of razors and massive boxes of tampons, Lee admitted four things:

1. He hates his wife.
2. His ex-wife (my mother, Dar) is insane.
3. His daughters are renegades.
4. He's getting old. (Going on 70.)

Directly after leaving Costco, we got milkshakes from Wawa and belted out Jason Mraz together while driving home. Once we realized home was boring, we plopped ourselves down and watched a very disappointing game of baseball. (Orioles vs. Red Sox. Orioles lost in the last and 13th inning. Damn.)

Tomorrow I have to dress up and go to a graduation party for some cousin on the Polish side that I didn't know existed. Damn.

All is well. Maybe I'll update some more later. I'm currently stealing a neighbor's wireless internet and it keeps shitting out so I shall go.

Ciao for now.