Doug and I had planned which chores we’d work on this weekend (including finally fixing Tommy’s scooter) but now our plans are up in the air. My father is TELLING us what we’re going to do this weekend and even though I keep saying no he acts like I’m not even speaking. Just goes right ahead with planning our weekend AGAIN. We have not had a weekend when we didn’t have to stop what we were doing and go to their house for MONTHS. I feel like screaming.
I already spend too much time playing around on the Internet but Doug showed me how to use Sharp Reader and now I’m wasting even more time playing around. It IS fun though. I’m not going to contact the bloggers who don’t allow the feed. I’m sure they have their reasons.
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Do I hear boundaries being crossed?