So I showed up to my parents house and my dad did actually give me a gift. Not for Father’s Day specifically but still.
Then my dog ate something that she shouldn’t have and we had to induce vomiting and I cut my foot on a rock and bled all over my parents patio. What a day.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. As a single mom, I think I also deserve a gift. For all the times I’ve told them to close the door and stop air conditioning the outside. For complaining about leaving the lights on. For standing on the patio and saying “we really need this rain.”
