Dec 21, 2001
such pretty lights
in the car on the way home my parents were talking about christmas lights, this seemingly innocent conversation developed into an argument (as does all things with my parents). here's the jist of it:
"colored lights look tacky...... well, i dont see you going up any ladders...... i work all day...... so do i..... blah blah blah..... you're lazy...... blah blah...." (this is where i come in)
"why are you arguing over christmas lights!?! there are much more important things in life!"
"well, your mother started it...... blah blah..... your father's the one who.... blah blah"
"stop! both of you! this topic is over!"
the rest of the ride home was silent. i'm sick of having to break up your trivial fights. i'm not your parents, it's the other way around. so both of you, shut up. to quote Bambi, "if you dont have anything nice to say, dont say anything at all"
song: at your funeral ~ saves the day (what can i say, i love this song)
posted by sarah 8:28 PM
