Happy Mother’s Day! Where’s dinner?

I love my dad a ton. He’s very good at building things, he’s resourceful, and he was the king of the red pen, probably the reason why I got better English marks in the grammar department than I deserved. But he can sometimes be a supreme dick. Here’s an example.

I phoned home on Mother’s day to say hi and all that. I then found out that, for Mother’s Day, mom ended up cooking for my grandma, but this is not my mom’s mom, this is my dad’s mom! On top of that, my dad’s sister thought she’d enjoy a nice mother’s day dinner…courtesy of my mom!

What really kills me about this is dad *can* cook. I can’t count the number of stir-fries, pastas, and other things dad made when we were kids and mom wasn’t home to cook, and they were good! Why couldn’t he get off his ass on mother’s day and cook this one?

After I recovered from that complete display of dad being an asshole, he got to amaze me one more time by saying to me on the phone, while mom was also on the phone, “She worked hard for her mother’s day!” He’s lucky he’s 300 miles away, otherwise he would at the very least see a very angry daughter. But then again, if he wasn’t 300 miles away, maybe mom would have at least let me help. I doubt it, but one can dream.

So, what’s my point? Here’s a note to other guys out there who seem to be drawn to doing selfish and dickish things. At least a couple days of the year, don’t be a dick!

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