i wake up to the sound of my father's voice at 8:30 a.m. "i'm sorry to wake you, but do you know where the car jack is to your car?" "no." "are you sure?" "yes." "you never used it?" "i don't know." "so you don't know where it is?" "NO!" and then he precedes to ask me the same question about ten more times. if i said no the first time, does that mean after you ask me the same damn question ten more times, i'm gonna change my answer? and then he freaking walks away mumbling his stupid mumble like i did something wrong. sometimes i wish my parents weren't so FRIGGIN old and so FRIGGIN stubborn. okay so it's saturday, and i'm up at 9:30 a.m. .... now what the hell am i supposed to do?!

yes and i blog about this cuz i don't know who i would tell at 9:30 a.m.

what a lovely start to my saturday.