RegularDad: So…are you feeling settled in yet?
Me: Well…almost…. I guess.
RegularDad: Still doesn’t feel like home yet?
Me (with heavy sigh): Nope…not quite yet.
RegularDad: What is it? Your books are unpacked and shelved.
Me: Yes. I’ve got my books.
RegularDad: Is it the school stuff?
Me: No…it’s not that. That’s all done.
RegularDad: The light in the dining room?
Me: Nope…not that.
RegularDad: I know, I know…I’m gonna finish painting as soon as I can.
Me: No…it’s not the paint. That’s not bothering me.
RegularDad: Then…what is it?
Me: I don’t know…. I can’t quite put my finger on it…. But something’s not…quite…right. Not…. oh…wait…. Wait a second…. What’s THAT?
Me: There. I feel MUCH BETTER NOW.
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Gotta respect the giant frog head…. Much better than creepy garden gnomes. I can say that because I have 2.
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I’m cracking up, that’s hilarious!
Well, we all need some sort of identity.
Creepy garden gnomes, huh?
A giant frog head trumps a dishwasher every time.
-RegSis