By far the most important part of this comment is: FUCK YEAH! THIS SONG IS GOING STRAIGHT TO THE PLAYLIST! I LOVE NEW-TO-ME MUSIC, THANKS! HOLY SHIT!
[Talking to myself like I matter & have an ounce of authority, which is a problematic delusion of grandeur] “Ok music-induced dopamine geyser, chill your sizzle & calm the fuck down, you need to concentrate!”
Fortuitously, we’re in Wichita too this weekend. We loaded up my daughter & two of her emo ride or die crew (I think we used to call these “friends.”) & hit the road for the anime convention.
My husband’s “cool Dad” duties, in addition to financier & chauffeur, are to hang out at the convention with the cosplay subset & the three emo teens & feed them when summoned.
My supplicant daughter duty is to babysit my mother & keep her busy, so she is partially appeased enough to not turn her evangelical intentions toward the three teenage pagans. I’m taking one for the team & I begrudgingly agreed to go to church with her Sunday. I’m still trying to come up with a plausible legitimate reason to not go & the clock is ticking. Which feels like I’ve been yanked into the past with a vaudeville hook. Gotta go, she’s arrived…
Lol. I’m the only one left who will deal with her & I can’t abandon her like my brother has. I’ve been playing her game since birth, so I’m used to it. Luckily she didn’t fall for Trump like most of her church friends. She even went to a couple protests 👀, but she couldn’t tell anyone! 😂
Good news. No church! (Thank God or whichever deity is responsible for this outcome.)
Not as good news (aka concession), she’s meeting us at the hotel Monday for breakfast in a final spiritual showdown before we skedaddle. This will involve moody scowling silences from the three offended teens & Bible verse recitations, group prayer, & prim niceties from my determined-to-spread-the-gospel-no matter-the cost mother, as I spend an excessive amount of time making extra waffles & toast while not making eye contact. My husband will be listening intently to see who needs defending or reprimanding. Meanwhile everyone will inhale their breakfasts like anteaters.
Oh well, who gives a shit. I can’t micromanage & mitigate everyone’s feelings. Who am I, a soothsaying guru?!
Correct. I feel like I’m getting a reprieve tomorrow that I will pay for Monday. I just told my husband, “Whatever happens, we’ll be leaving the state right after, so… “
Every time I leave this state, I am so damned thankful that we moved ourselves AWAY & made a different life. My mother always dreamed I would marry a Southern Baptist minister, which makes me want to vomit. If my mother had her way, I guarantee I would have ended up suicidal, stuck in the fucking pedo-cult I grew up in.
I always tell my husband that Jesus didn’t save me, HE (my husband) did.
Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it....actually...not true...climate change.
But true...everybody talks about politics, but nobody except the uber-wealthy does anything about it. Red Blue left right Dems GOP...yak yak yak yak yak yak but money talks and bullshit walks the plank. Where are the Weathermen when we need 'em?
Hey...enjoy the music and have a great weekend and week, Kimo Sabe.
By far the most important part of this comment is: FUCK YEAH! THIS SONG IS GOING STRAIGHT TO THE PLAYLIST! I LOVE NEW-TO-ME MUSIC, THANKS! HOLY SHIT!
[Talking to myself like I matter & have an ounce of authority, which is a problematic delusion of grandeur] “Ok music-induced dopamine geyser, chill your sizzle & calm the fuck down, you need to concentrate!”
Fortuitously, we’re in Wichita too this weekend. We loaded up my daughter & two of her emo ride or die crew (I think we used to call these “friends.”) & hit the road for the anime convention.
My husband’s “cool Dad” duties, in addition to financier & chauffeur, are to hang out at the convention with the cosplay subset & the three emo teens & feed them when summoned.
My supplicant daughter duty is to babysit my mother & keep her busy, so she is partially appeased enough to not turn her evangelical intentions toward the three teenage pagans. I’m taking one for the team & I begrudgingly agreed to go to church with her Sunday. I’m still trying to come up with a plausible legitimate reason to not go & the clock is ticking. Which feels like I’ve been yanked into the past with a vaudeville hook. Gotta go, she’s arrived…
Lol. I’m the only one left who will deal with her & I can’t abandon her like my brother has. I’ve been playing her game since birth, so I’m used to it. Luckily she didn’t fall for Trump like most of her church friends. She even went to a couple protests 👀, but she couldn’t tell anyone! 😂
& I'm the only one who hasn't distanced from my daughter, including her kids. But it ain't easy...as you know...
Family...yeah...
Good news. No church! (Thank God or whichever deity is responsible for this outcome.)
Not as good news (aka concession), she’s meeting us at the hotel Monday for breakfast in a final spiritual showdown before we skedaddle. This will involve moody scowling silences from the three offended teens & Bible verse recitations, group prayer, & prim niceties from my determined-to-spread-the-gospel-no matter-the cost mother, as I spend an excessive amount of time making extra waffles & toast while not making eye contact. My husband will be listening intently to see who needs defending or reprimanding. Meanwhile everyone will inhale their breakfasts like anteaters.
Oh well, who gives a shit. I can’t micromanage & mitigate everyone’s feelings. Who am I, a soothsaying guru?!
Your mother, my Jewish/reborn Xian-Trump-voter-turned-Trump-hater now that her SSDisability check has been stopped.
You're a better daughter than I am a father in this regard as I cut zero slack...family...
Correct. I feel like I’m getting a reprieve tomorrow that I will pay for Monday. I just told my husband, “Whatever happens, we’ll be leaving the state right after, so… “
Every time I leave this state, I am so damned thankful that we moved ourselves AWAY & made a different life. My mother always dreamed I would marry a Southern Baptist minister, which makes me want to vomit. If my mother had her way, I guarantee I would have ended up suicidal, stuck in the fucking pedo-cult I grew up in.
I always tell my husband that Jesus didn’t save me, HE (my husband) did.
Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it....actually...not true...climate change.
But true...everybody talks about politics, but nobody except the uber-wealthy does anything about it. Red Blue left right Dems GOP...yak yak yak yak yak yak but money talks and bullshit walks the plank. Where are the Weathermen when we need 'em?
Hey...enjoy the music and have a great weekend and week, Kimo Sabe.