Well, at least I got two. No, I don't blog enough. I don't always have anything to say! I am a boring girl.
It's 5 a.m., I haven't been to sleep yet for any good reason I can figure, and I'm trying to figure out what kinds of witty comments I can say to my Mom for our Sunday conversation.
I did the dutiful daughter thing and called my dad on his birthday on Friday. After a decent conversation, he tried to tell me about my health. Great, now I get to look forward to that over Thanksgiving. I told him that maybe we should let things be. His response was that we could always share our opinions with each other, right? I agreed, but now I don't. Sometimes loving someone is about keeping your damn mouth shut.
Wish me luck, I'll need it.
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Good badly needed luck.
Be proud. You did the good daughter thing. Let's just hope he enjoys the turkey too much to speak a whole lot.
:-0
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