I'm so tired of trying to save my dad from himself.
He did it again. He had a court appointment today to deal with some bullѕhit ticket because our tenants who were supposed to be maintaining the grounds according to their contract can't figure out which is the business end of a weed eater. After fixing the problem ourselves, we went to the courthouse, along with the guy whose name is on the lease, Pastor Mike of Free On The Outside.
After court (which I'm still not sure how it went, because why would anybody want to tell me?) he rode with Mike to a little restaurant he knows, and that I needed turn by turn directions to find because I'm just fuсking stupid that way. By the time I got there and found him, he had already placed an order without me present. At 4:00 in the afternoon, my diabetic father thought a great snack would be an entire Belgian waffle, covered in whipped cream.
What. The actual. Fuсk.
After court (which I'm still not sure how it went, because why would anybody want to tell me?) he rode with Mike to a little restaurant he knows, and that I needed turn by turn directions to find because I'm just fuсking stupid that way. By the time I got there and found him, he had already placed an order without me present. At 4:00 in the afternoon, my diabetic father thought a great snack would be an entire Belgian waffle, covered in whipped cream.
What. The actual. Fuсk.
