lovely parental gems
This is probably the first of many. My dad has a ridiculing sense of humor that I’ve come to appreciate (y’know, now that I’m not a spineless wretch :O ), and if I’ve never mentioned it before, my mom is really sad that I’m not super girly. I think she was really looking forward to a daughter that she could dress up and go shopping with and such (which I do, on occasion, but they don’t last long because I’m frugal as hell and just really don’t tend to bother dressing up).
DF: (my dad)
MF: (my mom)
S: (my brother)
(During an epic cleanse of my room so I can declutter + donate or sell all the stuff I don’t need/want.)
F: Thoughts on this dress that I don’t know how to put on? :O
(In my defense, some things in Asia are really effin’ hard to figure out, okay? We’ll not talk about the time I was a model for a charity fashion show and they gave me a garment that I could not, for the life of me, figure out. To this day, I still don’t know if it was meant to be worn as a top, a bottom, or something else. ._.)
MF: That looks really good on you! It finally makes you look like a– (cuts self off)
F: What? >:O It finally makes me look like I’m actually female?
MF: (trying reallyyyy hard not to laugh) That’s what I was going to say, but I stopped myself.
DF: You’re a good kid, Farrah!
F: Thanks! I try, I try. :O
DF: It’s like I have 1.75 sons.
F: …Uh, excuse me?
DF: Well, there’s Sam, and then there’s you, and you’re basically mostly like a son.