A TMI conversation between me and my Dad
My Dad: Why do you have to have the expensive period pads? They have some that are like a dollar a bag!
Me: Dad some things you can't go cheap on!
My Dad: But I don't understand why. It's just a period pad. It's like a big pad of cotton with some sticky stuff on one side. What's the big deal?
Me: You know how I can only wear pure gold or silver jewelry because anything else makes my skin turn green inside of 5 minutes, and red inside of 10.
My Dad: ... yeah?
Me: So even knowing how sensitive my skin is you want me to stick a cheap plasticy piece of reject cotton between my legs and up against my hoo-ha 24 hours a day for a minimum of 5 days? That seems like a good plan to you?
My Dad: (stares, looking sort of scared)
Me: Do you hate me?
My Dad: (shakes head) ok... yes. Name brand is good.
Me: Thanks, Daddy. And don't forget the Lindt chocolate. If you bring home Hershey's again I'll have to cut you.
If he showed up at my door…
I sure as hell would not have left him in the hallway.
Hook: There’s not a day that’ll go by that I won’t think of you
Me: OMG SL:ADJKFSDLJOQEPOUIPDLMSV:LSJKDOEPJVLSJKDPOWJOPVJDLJWSFJ *brain short circuits*
REBLOG IF I CAN WRITE TO YOU AND SIMPLY START A FRENDSHIP
Once Winter Finale
So ummm… All you Neal fans please answer a question for me…
WHO WENT TO LOOK FOR EMMA? WHO?
Yeah, that’s right. Not Neal.