Dear Diary,
This week was very, very, incredibly long and strenuous. My father, decided he wasn't appreciated enough around the house, and that me and my sisters needed to "prove our worth" (Ridiculous right? like how insecure does somebody have to be.) Anyways, he called The Bachelor TV Show and told them his dilemma. by some twist of scornful fate, The Bachelor decided to make a special episode for my doofus of a dad and his 3 daughters. This was all so dumb but the network was paying us so I wasn't complaining much, unlike my two sisters who were practically lamenting. The show starts with dad asking us questions like "Whats your favorite memory of us together? Whats something you wish you could tell me? Do you like boys and or girls or anyone else, I don't judge?" etc. etc. etc.
my sisters were lying about everything and being snobby little butts about it. I couldn't believe what they were pulling out of nowhere "I trust you with my everything daddy, I would even give up eating candy for you" IUOUYIFUBV Thats so dumb!!! I hate when they lie straight to his face, If anything, this is why he has been so insecure of late. To top it all off, I was answering the questions best I could but he just seemed so indifferent to everything I said, like my favorite memories and secrets were minuscule compared to my sisters...
Finally the final question arrived, and dad asked "How much do you love me?". First off, you shouldn't have to ask us how much we love you, of course we love you, we're your daughters and we've been there for each other for all these years. My sisters said corny sappy BS once again, then It was my turn to speak. I said that I loved him as any daughter should, thinking that maybe he'd understand what I meant but obviously he did not. I didn't get a rose, Which made me the worst daughter. ME. Thats so ridiculous right? Like does he not even know that Bertha and Natalie are smoking now? UGH, that game show was so dumb and I'm so mad he made us do it. On the car ride home afterwards he was telling my sisters all the fun things he was going to do with them and how thankful he is for them, as I pouted in the back...
When we got home it was really late, So Natalie and Bertha went to bed. I saw my dad's Birthday Present that I got him on my bedside table (his birthday was Thursday, the day after the show) and decided to give it to him at midnight (he stays up late each night playing video games). I walked up to him and he seemed disappointed to see me enter. I was a little hurt, but I kept my composure and handed him the gift. It was a harmonica, he had been telling us how much he's always wanted to learn how to play one. I started dejectedly walking away, but he grabbed me, spun me around so I could catch a glimpse of the tears welling in his eyes, and gave me a huge hug. He told me how sorry he was for not understanding earlier (on live television no less) etc. etc. etc. It was all tediously sappy. Nonetheless, both he and I felt better after that.
Also, on friday, he caught Bertha and Natalie smoking and I thought he was literally going to decapitate them.
Friday was fun.
-Mouse
