The bill is twenty dollars less this time than it was the month he was here...and it was colder (meaning I used the heat more) this past period than the one before.
Holy crap.
I love my dad. But he's gotta stop his upper-middle class ways...I mean...damn. I'm glad I live in a shoebox.
(This is all in jest...well...other than the 'I can't believe the bill is over twenty dollars less this time around' part.)
My mom's mother is dead.
Actually, she died last Thursday. Mom got hold of my dad's mom last night to tell her.
Grandma didn't give her my phone number, but she did give her my address.
Guess we'll see what kind of letter I get.
I don't want anything. I hope there's nothing in the will for me. If there is, I'll give it back to Mom. I don't want it.
Other than that, I don't know what to think. Other than I'm not actually as upset as I thought I would be.
Actually, she died last Thursday. Mom got hold of my dad's mom last night to tell her.
Grandma didn't give her my phone number, but she did give her my address.
Guess we'll see what kind of letter I get.
I don't want anything. I hope there's nothing in the will for me. If there is, I'll give it back to Mom. I don't want it.
Other than that, I don't know what to think. Other than I'm not actually as upset as I thought I would be.