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My Dinner With CookiĆ©
April 2, 2010, 6:00 am
Filed under: Life

*deep breath* Okay, so last night I was to meet my dad at Ryan’s (buffet) in west Fort Worth at 6. The conversation that preceded this rendezvous took place on Monday. He asked if I worked on Thursday and I said no (I haven’t told him that I quit my job; I already have a cantankerous cat, I don’t need a drama llama too). So he says that he’ll “be there” (Ryan’s) around 6 and that we should have dinner. In my head I was like ‘Why would he just “be there”? This sounds suspicious, as if he already had plans to “be there” and the invite was an afterthought.’ But I didn’t ask because he’s deaf as a fuckin’ post and I don’t have the patience to go through the whole tennis match of yelling vs. “what?” Continue reading