Meet my mom.
By some weirdo-freakish accident, I totally skipped the whole "misunderstood teenager that hates her mother" stage in my life.
We're best friends and I love it.
I could go on for hours about her, and I'm sure that I will. eventually.
My Dad.
We have a complicated relationship.
But when it all boils down to it...
I love him. We love food. And people watching. Vegas seems to be abundant in both good food and weird people. Maybe I'll ask him on a date for Tuesday.
I have to admit.. I really miss putting on my bright pink sweater at 4 in the morning to go fishing. I don't like fishing, but I do miss being his fishing buddy.
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