| Sunday, November 18, 2007, 3:18:32 AM |
I drove to Mpls to see my niece in her middle school play. It was so cute and heartfelt, I got a little teary eyed. I stood with my dad at the back of the room for the second half because he is too sick to sit for too long. I was a little sad also because he never came to see me in any of my plays. Even though I have forgiven him, a person really doesn't forget things like that. What hurt the most was watching him drive 3 states to watch his best friends son box in golden gloves matches. He just didn't want to watch me do anything that might further prove his suspicions about my sexuality.Well....when we know better, we do better. I've been slaving to get my house ready to list. It goes on the market monday. Any one have one of those St. Joseph statues to loan me? I looked around for Serge in Mpls. I didn't see him anywhere! He's probably still crying about not getting any deer. I find the people who don't get any deer usually were too busy drinking beer. Just an observation. Well...a full day of packing and moving and cleaning and moving and painting and moving and cleaning tommorow. See ya at 10!? |
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