June said the dumbest thing today.
We were sitting at the dinner table—mom, dad, June and me—the whole happy
family, and she said, “You’ll never believe what a crazy thing happened to me
today!” I knew right away she was about to say something dreadfully boring, but
poor mother really got her hopes up. “What was it, dear?” mommy dearest asked
in her sweet voice she uses just for June. “Why, a ladybug came and landed
right square on my mirror while I was fixing up my hair in hot rollers for my
trip to the grocery store!” Mom and June cackled with laughter. Kill. Me. Now.
At least I get to go to the “movies”
tonight with Betty. Her dad is slightly better than mine. I think mine actually
glanced up from his sports pages at June’s epic tale of the ladybug. Betty’s
dad is nice and quiet. I can tell he’s intimidated by me. Lots of men are. That’s
the trouble with being young and pretty—something June and my mom don’t have to
worry about. Betty even gets along with her dad. I might get along with my dad
too if he ever bothered to talk to me. Oh well, knowing mom, his disinterest
might not be such a bad thing.
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