Tonight Dad cooked dinner. Fran sat there and allowed him to just bring everything to her. She lifted nary a finger. While Dad was doing all this, she took about 10 minutes to open some box that came in the mail for her. She couldn't get it open. When she finally did (shockingly not asking for help), it was a dog food sample.
What is funny is the comparison of what was going through my mind while keeping my mouth shut, compared to what was going through Dad's mind while voicing that thought. Dad: "Why did you get that, you don't have a dog." Me: "Keep it up, bitch, if I have my way, that is what you are going to be eating at Shady Pines."
So she confirmed the obvious, that she did not have a dog - unless you count that wig on her head as a dog or an alien being. She has worn that wig since Saturday, with an Adidas baseball hat on it. It's Tuesday! Same outfit and this hat on her head that is tilted like she is a home girl. I don't see a hologram sticker so I doubt it is authentic. But the hat is way bigger than her wig. I will try to get a picture, that is really the only way to absorb this.
Back to dinner. She places her head at a 90 degree angle to her body and just sticks her head in her plate, then starts to...to...what word do I use here? It's like a moan. If I could stop the horrific sounds in my head that compares what is coming out of her mouth now and when she had sex...well, it just turns your stomach and what better diet is that? She just moans the entire meal.
I finish up eating, feeling that my eyes need a rest, since they have been rolling since I got here. Dad finishes and starts to do the dishes. And bitch is over there playing with her iPhone! Why? It isn't beeping, no one is sending her messages - she is looking at pictures of cats!
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