Rosie's first boyfriend broke up with her a couple of weeks ago. Since then we've all suffered: Rose because her heart was broken; the rest of the family because we have been subjected to Justin Bieber's "Baby" over and over and over again. But there have been signs she might be coming out of her funk. Instead of silent tears pouring down her face, she's been really angry and snapping and snarling at everyone in the family. This evening she had the following conversation with her father:
Rose: Dad, it doesn't bother me as much to be around "Brick" anymore. My friend said I should talk to him and tell him that so it won't be as awkward when we have to do stuff at school together.
David: So you are ready to tell him that you are done wishing him a horrible death in a pit of fire, and you acknowledge that he has a right to exist on the planet?
Rose: Yes! Can I actually tell him that?
David: It's not my business.
Rose: (smiles)
Monday, October 8, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
*UPDATE* Ice Cream! We're Gonna Have Ice Cream!
We laughed, shook our heads, and then high-fived because, hey, free ice cream, right? But then we both looked at each other and said, "Wait a minute . . . Do you think?" No, we thought. It couldn't be. But then again . . . Which has led to this online poll. After reading the above letter, do you think that:
(A) This is a sincere if pathetic conciliatory attempt to placate a faithful, but apparently really annoyed, donor by well-meaning staff who just did not get the point at all.
OR
(B) This a subtly sarcastic poke back by someone clever who thought, "You know, from the tone of his note, what I think this guy REALLY wants is a sappy hand-written note and an errand! But don't overdo it in case he's just an annoying jerk who won't get it and will complain to the CEO or something."
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