Subject: Thanks Dad! love ya lots! (or next time, go starve you smelly ass weasel)
Date: Thursday 7/14/05 7:36:00 PM
Mood: annoyed though slightly amused
Tags: blog: edit me, true life: family is crazy
So I go into the office (our house has an office in it), after checking on Mom who has a headache, with a very open ended question: “hey Dad, what do you want to do for dinner” the response could have been “hey Matt, please make that indian dish you do so well” or “Matt, could you please cook me some potted chicken” or “Matt, how about some penne ala vodka, you have a recipe for that, right?” – I’m a fantastic cook…but no, his response was:
I ATE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPEND MONEY ROAR, BLAH BLAH BLAH, YELL YELL YELL
Holy Crap dude, last time I *ever* ask if you want something to eat, I wasn’t actually planning on going out again today ’cause I had a long day and traffic was a bitch…but thanks, I’ll save that verbal abuse for later if I run out.
Go fuck yourself.
(EDIT: Oh yeah, and we’re not talking frozen stuff…oh no, I learned how to cook the proper way, like the way my Great Grandmother did back in the old country…yeah, that’s right…awesome homemade food, from SCRATCH…)