i win!

i spent the last week with my pops, which was nice. i missed him. but if the visit were any longer i would have had to call him out. (i know, it's not right to call y'r daddy out, but when have i ever cared what's right.) all week i had to listen to b.s. like, "you should get up to make breakfast for your husband before he goes to work." (my husband is an artist, who works from home. AND...sorry husband...makes half what i do.) and "you shouldn't make him iron his own shirts." (pops must be going senile he has had to iron his own shirts his whole life.)

by the end of the visit i had had it with his 1960s ideals. i was offended that his last words to me before leaving weren't, "i love you" or "thanks for the hospitality", but "take care of your husband". and i was a little pissed off, that is, until i remembered that my relationship has lasted longer that both of his marriages. oooh burned!