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Teh funny first. You know, of the pants and the losing of them and such things.
So, Mom has me sort and put away the laundry. Now, the only clothes I'm absolutely sure about are my own, damnit. So sometimes I mix them up. Anyway, the next morning, Mom comes raging down the stairs, screaming, "Where the fuck are my pants?!" (She's in her underwear, by the way.) Turns out she'd already folded and ironed the pants the night before so she could wear them the next day, and she just needed me to put them away. Turns out I misplaced them. We look all over the house, and can't find them. Mom says that if I can't find them before I leave to go to Dad's, I have to buy her new pants.
So I look after school, to no avail. I glumly give Mom the money and get my stuff together... and then she gives me back the money.
Turns out Rob was wearing her pants the whole day.
I'm not going to be online again until next Friday. My dad has had to go to Florida today, as my grandfather is very sick. He's bleeding internally from old surgeries, his kidneys have almost failed him, and I believe he fell before he was admitted into the hospital. So he's probably going to die. And while this may sound callous, I'm not entirely sure I'm sad to see him go. Yes, he's a wonderful grandpa and I love him very much; but while Dad was talking about how he's had all these surgeries, it just brought to mind an old dog that the owners are trying to keep alive. The animal just wants to rest, and the owners won't let it die in peace -- instead, they keep trying to keep it alive while it suffers beyond belief. Yes, I know that Grandpa isn't a dog, and that he had these operations voluntarily. I don't know why I'm trying to get this point across when I don't even know what the damn point is.
So, yeah. I'll be at mom's for a while, and I won't be on this weekend because I will be out of town. So guys... Be good, okay?
So, Mom has me sort and put away the laundry. Now, the only clothes I'm absolutely sure about are my own, damnit. So sometimes I mix them up. Anyway, the next morning, Mom comes raging down the stairs, screaming, "Where the fuck are my pants?!" (She's in her underwear, by the way.) Turns out she'd already folded and ironed the pants the night before so she could wear them the next day, and she just needed me to put them away. Turns out I misplaced them. We look all over the house, and can't find them. Mom says that if I can't find them before I leave to go to Dad's, I have to buy her new pants.
So I look after school, to no avail. I glumly give Mom the money and get my stuff together... and then she gives me back the money.
Turns out Rob was wearing her pants the whole day.
I'm not going to be online again until next Friday. My dad has had to go to Florida today, as my grandfather is very sick. He's bleeding internally from old surgeries, his kidneys have almost failed him, and I believe he fell before he was admitted into the hospital. So he's probably going to die. And while this may sound callous, I'm not entirely sure I'm sad to see him go. Yes, he's a wonderful grandpa and I love him very much; but while Dad was talking about how he's had all these surgeries, it just brought to mind an old dog that the owners are trying to keep alive. The animal just wants to rest, and the owners won't let it die in peace -- instead, they keep trying to keep it alive while it suffers beyond belief. Yes, I know that Grandpa isn't a dog, and that he had these operations voluntarily. I don't know why I'm trying to get this point across when I don't even know what the damn point is.
So, yeah. I'll be at mom's for a while, and I won't be on this weekend because I will be out of town. So guys... Be good, okay?
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....I'm too emotional.
I hope your family gets through everything well.. my dog died this past summer but it wasn't our choice, he got run over by a car, we think.. oh man, that's making me cry too now.
LUV YOU
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