Hannah, age 13, talking on the phone with her friend while simultaneously cleaning up a fresh hairball.
In all fairness, I did say I would clean it up…if she washed the dishes.
Hannah, age 13, talking on the phone with her friend while simultaneously cleaning up a fresh hairball.
In all fairness, I did say I would clean it up…if she washed the dishes.
His friend M just got dumped by her *blankety* boyfriend right before prom. He and a couple other guys took her out to the mall to give her some support.
He’s the best.
Fer realz.
Of course, Dad said that once they’ve comforted M they should find her *bleeping* ex and kick his…bottom.
At least we know where his chivalry comes from ;-)
Our priest’s wife wasn’t even present most of the time; I saw her crying into the shoulder of another woman. We listened to speeches from the parish council, the Alkistis Society ladies, and from most of the city’s clergy, Catholic, Episcopalian, and the like. They expressed their love and gratitude. Then our priest got up to say a few words, and he started crying too.
I looked around the room full of tear-stained cheeks and quiet sobs.
As I left, a teen girl was leaning against the outer brick wall, eyes red, tissues in hand.
Lord, have mercy.
This really stinks.