All I can think about now is
getting out of here. I just looked at
the clock and it ticked backwards. They
have to give me something to do so the time will go by faster. It is really windy out, cold, and I ran out
of socks. Somehow I lost a pair even
though I didn’t do laundry. I swear when
I find that sock leprechaun I’m going to teach him a lesson. Actually, I’ll steal his socks one by one and
see how he likes it.
I have picked up an idiosyncrasy
that I never thought would happen. From
observing and making fun of my Dad so much with the way he eats jelly beans,
M&M’s, popcorn, or peanuts I have picked up the same tic. I noticed it the other day when I was eating
jelly beans and I immediately fell to my knees screaming, “NOOOOOOO”.
You know those cliche prison exit scenes from movies where the ex-con comes out of the prison with just a paper bag and there's his mistress leaning on the car waiting for him? Yes, a wild hugging scene ensues and blah blah blah.
Mine? I come out in above mentioned crappy weather to my Dad in the cozy warm car with a scowl on his face, white knuckled and ready to go.
Me: "Hey Dad, missed you! Can't wait to get home!"
Dad: "Got everything? Let's go"
Not exactly what I envisioned.
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