With flame retardant and faux-worn finish, my gigantic new bed is the nuts. My dad did a hell of a job putting it together.As if. He watched the workmen put it together, and then he tied up the mountain of cardboard they left behind him like he was the bottom man on the crew. (The hole in the wall opposite my crib? Dad did do: about a month ago at 2AM when I was in my third hour of expressing my position.)
In other aws news: My eyebrows work now, which means I can give Dad the "Are ya fuckin' kidding me right now?" look mom developed. Wish I had that one handy about a month ago.
