Poor Poor Souls:
Hi. Yesterday my parents took me to the airport. Shenanigans ensued.
So, before we left the house the main theme was: I do not want to go out in this weather. It was all rainy like.
Cue dad:
"Why is there no limo coming to pick up Lauren?"
Backstory: My sister and her fiancee rolled into town about a month ago. They had limo service to and from the airport.
Cue me:
"Sorry dad, didn't engage to money."
Laughter ensued.
On the ride we were just chillin in the car. It was still all rainy like.
Cue dad:
Seriously, I'm going to have to ask Bill why I have to take my daughter to the airport.
Laughter ensued.
Dad again:
I mean it. He's got a four letter name. He's white. Bill...Rich it should work. Where is the money and me not taking my kind to the airport. The last Bill at least got me free basketball tickets... What's he bringing to the table? I want my mule and grain. -insert dowry jokes here-
Backstory: The last guy my sister dated, coincidentally, was named Bill as well. Except that Bill was the head coach of some NBA team. ...yeah.
Oh dad. Your evil brand of humor is highly appreciated. Much laughter was had at many boymanchild-guy things expense.
