The photo shoot was a lot of fun. The weather was perfect and the light was incredible. Jackie got some great shots of Union Station and the Four Seasons Hotel. We made tentative plans to go out every Thursday evening to shoot photos for her next book. I can’t wait.
I wanted to choke the living hell out of my mother this week but I restrained myself. She was complaining about the angst of having to wait until July for her appointment. How fucked up is that? She’s bitching about waiting three weeks for the appointment yet she sat on her ass for three weeks because she couldn’t pull it together to call and make the appointment. My brother made the appointment for her. I don’t feel sorry for her at all. She needs to get a grip and start dealing with the mess her life has become. Do I sound a little angry?
I have to call my dad on Sunday because it’s Father’s Day. My father is a racist so I sent him a card with Obama on the front. I dread the conversation. My father only answers the phone on his birthday and father’s day because he thinks it’s the woman’s job to answer the phone.
I have a mother who constantly plays the victim card and blames everyone else for her problems, a father who is a racist and a stubborn son of a bitch and a sister who needs professional psychiatric help. Thankfully, my brother isn’t fucked up. Aren’t you glad you don’t have my family?
The Corporate Slave 
I have a functioning-alcoholic for a dad, a dead mother, an alcoholic sister, an agorophobic pot-headed brother, and a narcissistic self-absorbed bar-owning douchebag for a sister.
Aren’t you glad you don’t have mine? 😉
I love that you sent your dad an Obama card!
I’m not calling my dad for Father’s Day so you are a better son than I am a daughter. When they announce “Douchebag Day” then maybe I’ll make some calls.
I guess I could have it worse. I don’t think I’m a bette son. I just don’t have the balls not to call.