Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 02:19 pm
Me and my siblings versus our father is gently escalating. Now that he is in Brisbane; and can't just peer at us when we remind him and ask us how old we are; he is reduced to stuffing up our birthday cards.

At least I choose to assume it's deliberate.

This year mine read 'Merry Christmas' and on the baby brother's card his name was misspelled.

I just posted a card that says 'Congratulations it's a GIRL!'

One of the women at work knows a family that recycle the cards; you put in a new note and keep them circulating. I'm attracted to this idea - in a way you are recycling the love.

Bloody Librans…
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 04:19 am (UTC)
My mother thought you were 'a sweet girl - and so pretty.'

She doesn't know about the gay porn.
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 05:38 am (UTC)
Awww. *is all touched* :)

She doesn't know about the gay porn.
My dad (who helped organise the Pride flag over my bed) driving me to [livejournal.com profile] chaosmanor's to go to the Slashcon weekend:
"So, what are you going off to?"
Me: "A mini-sci-fi convention."

He doens't know either :)
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 03:44 pm (UTC)
Oh my mother knows, we are still debating the validity of spending that much time doing something 'not real.'