battles of Jakie_em v dad
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passionpopliving with dad is an uphill battle.
i had last thursday off sick and on the way back from the doctors I pulled past woolies and say they had fruit buns on special (ie: 'home made' hot cross buns, without the crosses), so I bought two packs, full well knowing i would be lucky to get any of the 6 buns from the first pack, and i didnt. not one. I had two from the second. on saturday, dad and i bought two more packs. we shared the first equally for breakfast (we went shopping without breaky so 10am was an opportune moment to get back what we missed) and then sunday when i got up, there was one bun left. lunch was taking its time, as roasts generally do, so i sat down and ate the last bun. dad stared longingly at the bun, so offered him and small portion, so which he declined, so i took a bite from the larger portion I had in my other hand and as i took it away from my mouth, dad snatched the remains of the larger portion out of my hand. i was laughing too hard to stop him also stealing the smaller portion i originally offered.
hen there was the battle of the dinner plates. we had been sitting infront of the TV eating dinner and when we finished, we sat there with the plates, watching tv. dad then got up to get a pen and paper for the Lotto numbers, and as he did, he put his dirty plate on top of my plate, which was still on my lap. later i put both plates on the couch next to me.
he next time dad left the room, he bent over towards the plates and i laughed 'about time', but he only took the top plate, his plate, and not mine.
and people wonder why a stand off between me and dad and the cleaning of my car can last 8 months
i had last thursday off sick and on the way back from the doctors I pulled past woolies and say they had fruit buns on special (ie: 'home made' hot cross buns, without the crosses), so I bought two packs, full well knowing i would be lucky to get any of the 6 buns from the first pack, and i didnt. not one. I had two from the second. on saturday, dad and i bought two more packs. we shared the first equally for breakfast (we went shopping without breaky so 10am was an opportune moment to get back what we missed) and then sunday when i got up, there was one bun left. lunch was taking its time, as roasts generally do, so i sat down and ate the last bun. dad stared longingly at the bun, so offered him and small portion, so which he declined, so i took a bite from the larger portion I had in my other hand and as i took it away from my mouth, dad snatched the remains of the larger portion out of my hand. i was laughing too hard to stop him also stealing the smaller portion i originally offered.
hen there was the battle of the dinner plates. we had been sitting infront of the TV eating dinner and when we finished, we sat there with the plates, watching tv. dad then got up to get a pen and paper for the Lotto numbers, and as he did, he put his dirty plate on top of my plate, which was still on my lap. later i put both plates on the couch next to me.
he next time dad left the room, he bent over towards the plates and i laughed 'about time', but he only took the top plate, his plate, and not mine.
and people wonder why a stand off between me and dad and the cleaning of my car can last 8 months
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