So, that sucks. That Michael Jackson died. Shocking really.
Now back to me.
I haven't been posting a lot because I've been wrought with anxiety over my father's visit. My dad arrived on Tuesday for a
The Incomplete List Of My Father's Complaints
(Muttered over the course of time. Only about half were mentioned today.)
Bad waitress.
Bad food.
Bad service.
Bad foot.
Bad elbow.
Bad eye.
Bad teeth.
Bad knee.
Bad ankle.
Bad hair.
Bad back.
Bad dates.
Bad wives.
Bad weather.
Bad sign.
Bad storm.
Bad wind.
Bad childhood.
Bad attitude.
Bad jokes.
Bad ideas.
Bad cars.
Bad bikes.
Bad vacations.
Bad boats.
Bad timing.
More bad wives.
Bad sisters.
One very bad father.
Bad taste.
Bad glasses.
Bad medicine.
Bad music.
Bad connection.
Bad gas prices.
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3 comments:
Play a lot of MJ real loud and maybe he'll leave. Just an idea.
Wow. I hope something GOOD happens.
Tell him that you have a new complaint department at your house run by Helen, so if he truly has a beef with something or someone, he needs to go to Helen Waite!
Seriously, he sounds like what my father-in-law has become in recent years. I've learned to ignore and change the subject.,,good luck
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