2009-03-28
(no subject)
I'm sorry I coudln't be the son you wanted.
Jesus H. Christ. You people sent me to the hospital for THAT?
Yes, I am here. I'm sleeping now. (in my bed, not in some dramatic metaphorical way)
Jesus H. Christ. You people sent me to the hospital for THAT?
Yes, I am here. I'm sleeping now. (in my bed, not in some dramatic metaphorical way)
Mom's reply
So, in case you have the wrong idea about my parents, I found this in my mailbox from my Mom today. ( She didn't realize I had comments turned off on my entries. )