by HalfCamel » Sat Apr 30, 2011 1:29 pm
My father's attitude about life. He's the type to deal with any kind of problem ONLY when the crap hits the fan. And who's the one that has to clean up the mess? ME! Me. Me. Me. Because by that time he's to overwhelmed to deal and doesn't know what to do and no one else is going to help him. I hate speaking to him about serious things because I get to frustrated and I can't hide it and then he accuses me of "[getting] to into it."
"Supposedly the summer is "over." The people that say that are either children or work in the education field. We are neither of those things. The summer is over when it stops being 300 degrees outside. Which won't be until December. That said, we will continue to have summer fun!"