FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WE AREN’T GETTING ANOTHER DODGE CARAVAN.
i cannot stand it. STOP EMAILING ME DODGE CARAVAN ADS. you know why these drivable living rooms are on sale? its becasue THEY ARE CRAP. THEY ARE DODGE CRAP-A-VANS. we already TOLD you. i do not need a car thats dies in 6 years and if we drive it too fast on the highway bits fall off.
is it becasue I’m pregnant? because once you get pregnant everybody thinks you are public property and you have taken leave of your brain and they are required to make decision for you.
i remember when Bernie DIDN’T ALLOW ME TO THROW OUT MY OWN BANANA PEEL.
i remember when it as me and Jim and bob and Kristy and unborn baby Cordelia all in granddads living room in Vancouver. we were discussing whether to go out to a restaurant to see jenny and which place we should go. it was maybe, 8 at night? Bernie stood in the room behind me listening to us talk then said “guys, i don’t think Kyla wants to go out that late”. Jim burst into laughter at my expression. “dad, shes giving you the death stare. I’m sure she can decide if she wants to go out or not.”
holy fucking hell. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE. i can pick my own damn car. if i EVER anted help, i would ask you. in the meantime, you can help by making yourself scarce.
when we go into labour i’m not telling anyone. i’m considering not telling anyone if its a boy or girl either.