| finch_fletchley @ 2003-07-24 02:52:00 |
| Current mood: |  embarrassed |
Ugh!
Someone please kill me now. No, seriously. I'd forgotten how bloody annoying my parents are. Dad keeps telling me how "the man" is keeping him down so he can't get a raise, like everyone is out to get him or something, and Mum said I had to wash the dishes and when I didn't she asked me if I wanted to take it outside. If I didn't look like them I'd swear I was adopted.
Oh, something's been tapping on my window for three nights now. I think there's a creature hiding in the trees trying to keep me from sleeping, so it can sneak into my room and kill us all. That would actually be preferable since I want to die anyway, after what happened while Susan was here. I guess I'd better get this out before some crazy rumour starts getting around.
My mum and dad had to pick Susan up at her house. I had to feed my neighbour's cat so I couldn't go. I don't know what they said to her, but she arrived looking pretty shakey. That is so not on. Not on at all. At least I had made sure to hide every photo album and any embarrassing items in Dad's bomb shelter in the back garden. I also hid the neighbour's cat. Hey, you never know. Things went pretty okay after that. I mean, nothing truly humiliating happened. Until after dinner, of course. They always strike when least expected.
After dinner was when Mum and Dad decided to go over sleeping arrangements. Now, I had told them earlier that I'd sleep on the couch, but they had forgotten that little fact and decided to stick us in my bedroom. I said Susan could have the bed, but Dad decided to start with, "Now, son, I think now is the time to have a little talk." That's right, DAD WANTED TO HAVE A SEX TALK RIGHT IN FRONT OF SUSAN. Right. In front of. Susan. YOU JUST DON'T DO THAT, MAN. Dad said, "I know you two are nearly adults now," and Mum said, "But if you have sex in our house I will kill you and serve you with eggs for breakfast." I said, "Dad! Mum!" They said, "Justin!"
Then I ran upstairs and threw myself out the window.
Well, it was just splendid that I landed in the bushes and had to limp back inside. I couldn't even look at Susan. She left yesterday, and I don't remember a single thing I said to her the whole time she was here. Great. Just great.
Comments:
| wheresmytoad @ 2003-07-27 08:45 pm UTC |
And I thought I had it bad when my Gran strong-armed my great uncle into giving me that lecture. At least he didn't do it in front of a girl! That's awful, Justin, so sorry. Just tell yourself that (maybe) you'll be able to laugh about it ten years from now. That's what I do whenever my Gran embarrasses me.
Of course, it hasn't really worked that way. The memory of the things she did to embarrass me ten years ago still can make me blush today.
Maybe if I wait another ten years. . .
Neville
| finch_fletchley @ 2003-07-28 11:53 pm UTC |
Hey, man, go lecture someone else. I'm not in the mood.
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