hahahormones

I love men. So much fun to play with. At least my father is…
Today I am wearing awkward non-fitting clothes so I can dye my hair and also so I can pack all my good clothes. My tank top is too small, with bleach spots, and my jeans are too big.
Him: “Where is your bellybutton anyways?” [poke, poke] “All the way up there? I let you out of the house dressed like that?”
Me: “I don’t really go out of the house dressed like this. I stay in dressed like this.”
Him: [noncommital ambiguous noise]
Me: “I mean, these clothes are gross!”
Him: [noise or equally fruitless words]
Me: “What? They are! Gross gross!”
Him: “I’m not arguing!”
Me: [humph] “Well, you should be!”
Him: “What?”
Me: “God!” [clomping upstairs]
Him: [confusion]

you’d think after fifty years, living with at least three women for the first eighteen and the last fifteen, he’d have figured it out. We can be crazy! We can even play up our crazy! We like to drive him crazy!
It’s fun.