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I've been absent, not dead. Well, not totally dead.

Behold the beauty that is half my family!

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Now behold the surliness that is 1/6th of my family!

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And now, behold the surprise that is my father on his 75th birthday, as he receives his birthday brownie after brunch!
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(Although his surprise wasn't nearly as startling as the surprise of the poor sweet old man who's car I rammed with my suburban this morning on my way to the birthday brunch, or my surprise when I realized I'd forgotten my wallet at home, had no license and no way to pay for my father's birthday brunch, plus my gas tank was low and he had to give me money so I could make it home)

So a big Happy Birthday to my father! Isn't it nice to have a really, really blond daughter with no brains in her head lately?

Comments

  1. Vicus Scurra11:23 PM

    You have been a naughty girl, being away this long.
    Please don't bother to come to my birthday, no, really. I can't afford it.
    The word 'brownie' over here exists only in some restaurants trying to be ethnic, or as a young lady dressed in uniform attached to the scouting movement. I doubt whether you provided the latter for your father's birthday. If you did, then please disregard my previous remarks and you can come to my birthday, which is any day you damn well please. Nothing under age please.
    On the subject, your surly girl could be the beginning of a porn collection. "Mean Minxes" you could call it. This is only a suggestion, and does not appeal to me. I don't like my women uppity.

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  2. Steve11:57 PM

    Someone sulking me thinks

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  3. Richard1:01 PM

    Female teenager with a strop on? I am the only male in this house, even both the dogs are female. When I returned to this place 4 weeks ago, all four of them had managed to coordinate. Instead of being welcomed back with open arms it was like blindfold tightroping on stilts across Etna.

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  4. FirstNations5:38 PM

    *sigh*
    pam, pam pam.
    i'd ask for my life back but you're doing pretty well with it.
    (())fn

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  5. Sketchy7:31 PM

    LOL, Happy Birthday to your Dad...and just think someday the happy cherubic ones will be surly and the now surly one will be laughing at all your jokes and asking for advice. Is that helpful?

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  6. tom90912:05 AM

    She's gonna be a top babe Pammy - anyone can see that.

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  7. Dave1:14 AM

    Do tell your daughter how sweet she looks when she's trying to be surly.

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  8. Vicus Scurra3:25 PM

    Come on, six days. I shan't sit here waiting much longer.

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