I'm a 25 year old smart ass with quick wit & a sharp tongue. I love music, baseball, booze, cats, roller derby, being loud, and just generally being a jack ass.
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Yes, I am going to post a whiney rant about my dad.
So I texted my text yesterday and asked him what he wanted to do today.
This was our conversation…
Me- “Hey! Did you decided what you want to do tomorrow?”
Dad - “Work on my boat. LOL”
Me- “Oh ok. Do you just want to do dinner then.”
Dad- “I guess.”
Me- “It’s your day. You tell me.”
Dad- “Just call me when you wake up”
Me- “Ok, I will”
So I called him about an hour ago. He was still half asleep and very short with me. He said he would call me back when he was awake. I told him if I didn’t hear from him by 2pm then I would call him. It’s 1:35pm and I still haven’t heard from him.
Oh and he had his tickets for today’s Rays game today and I asked if he could go to it and his response was “No, I don’t want to spend my Sunday at a baseball game.” Ok, cool dad. Why do you even have season tickets to baseball then?