December 2006
4 posts
kksf 103.7
My father, a moment after he gets on the phone with my grandmother:
"What? Jennie, it's not my birthday."
We’re more than a little hungover here at Ventura Way.
My mom is now trying to explain to my dad how the fanny pack she got him for Christmas isn’t really a fanny pack. He’s holding the phone pretty far away from his ear now.
Merry Christmas.
nathan j laney.
schweppes bitter lemon.
Never tell grandma that you’ve not feeling well. Tylenol, seltzer water, and a thermometer appear out of NOWHERE. Fever: 101, but that’s not the point.
I swear to god she’s about to take me to the pediatrician.
What am I even doing home?
She automatically rounded it up to 102 when she called my mother, by the way.
the west coast delay.
When announcing my phone’s death to my parents, I really did not expect them to use it as a forum to give me shit.
And that’s not even the really disturbing thing about this. “May” be their son? WTF?
njl