Parents

[bertine]

I am so hungry lately. Last night I went to my parents house after the gym and ate until I was sick to my stomach. My mom laughed at me (she is so mean).

Since I am going steady with a boy (at least according to facebook), I decided to tell my parents about him. My mom asked "What's his name?", "Is he a nerd?"*, "He lives here in Minneapolis, right?". My dad asked "Does he know how to install a hardwood floor and is he free on Saturday?". My parents crack me up.

Ok, time for my next meeting.


*This is what she calls programmers

Comments

[posthaste.livejournal.com]

if your dad is ever looking for a house to work on, you send him my way.

[sacramentalist.livejournal.com]

wait. what? I am the walrus? going steady? I am missing some posts, Bertine.

[pallid-regina.livejournal.com]

Your dad sounds awesome! LOL!

[lisianthia.livejournal.com]

"Going steady" You are too cute!

[gwangi.livejournal.com]

I like how relationshipnal status is determined by facebook. I'd say that we're truly living in The Future, but I'm still waiting around for the flying cars they promised us.

Also, doesn't eating until you're sick kind of defeat the going to the gym beforehand thing?

[luno.livejournal.com]

Ahh, Dad. Ever the pragmatist.

[inkedmama.livejournal.com]

your parents are awesome, and i want all the answers to those questions too.. well, except the hardwood floor part, but definitely the rest!

yay, bertine!!! :)

<3

[joeylemur.livejournal.com]

Going steady... christ, I have "Bye Bye Birdie" in my head now.

If that's what your mother calls programmers, I wonder what she'd refer to me as. I am root. Mere programmers fear and worship me. (In my deranged mind, anyway.)