squid’s birthday
It’s my little girl’s birthday and the last thing I hear as I’m leaving the house is my dad telling her that he won’t speak to her for the rest of the day. He’d better fucking get over it before I get back. Sidney’s not the sweetest kid around, but she’s only three. She doesn’t understand that Grandpa’s a jerk who’s pulled this kind of shit on every birthday or holiday ever. What she’ll tell me is that Grandpa doesn’t like her anymore.
EDIT: I hear Dad dropped it quickly. It must have been pretty fast because Sidney wasn’t upset when I got home.
I left work right after class and went to Dairy Queen to pick up a beautiful Reese’s Blizzard cake. I decided an ice cream cake was a better option than an all frosting cake, since the squid mostly likes the frosting anyway. On my way home, I stopped by a dollar store to see if they had any caulk to fix a friend’s bee problem, but they tricked me with their tubes of industrial strength adhesive. Other than cake and going home early, we didn’t do anything special for the squid’s birthday. My baby turned 3 and she suddenly seems like such a big girl, though if you tell her that she’ll say she isn’t a girl, she’s Sidney. Despite the minor unpleasantness in the morning, it was a good day.
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Oh that Sidney.