my dad usually embarrasses me by trying to tell the waitress jokes and he’ll spend the entire time complaining about the food. (“this coffee tastes like ass” or “what are these? pigeon eggs??”) BUT it‘ll make him happy and my dad often has very good gossip. Overall it’s a formative experience.
sunday 4:30pm dinner at dad's <3
mini grocery haul in his cupboards
lasagna in my belly
extra mint chip ice cream for dessert
and!! his building has laundry for $0.50 a cycle
