Sunday, May 17, 2015

Dear God.

Yes, yes.  Always on a Sunday.

Hugh  Mill  E   A   Shun.

That's pretty much how I felt when the nicest father and son duo turned around to shake hands for peace with Helen  at the exact moment she happened to be ROLLING HER EYES and TURNING AWAY.  It was a coincidence, and I knew it was, but man it did not play out like that.

So he went to make peace and she went to PSYCHE but it was an accident.  But the thing was that these guys, had these weird ... strawberries?  You might call them on their faces?  So they felt already out of place.  I was horrified that he thought she was that type of girl.  Cause she is not. (yay)

No, that's not the part that stood out the most.  Really?   Somehow, Teddy ended up punching his sister (why did I let them sit next to each other? I KNEW I was rolling the dice), and as I separated them in beatific serenity, he said.....

"I HATE YOU MOM!"

Mort.  if.  FIED.


Soooooooo  obvs

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