Sometimes it wows me how much my dad and Rita don't know me. My dad is giving all of his groomsmen big Viking goblets. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with a pink cuzie and a purple sparkly water bottle that says "Jr bridesmaid/daughter."
While I do think that it's nice I got something in the first place, why would she waste her money on something I will never in my life use? Like, instead of giving me money for running their business, she gives me gold earrings and chunky black hoops. I don't wear gold. The hoops are ugly. They'll just be collecting dust. Their package has never been opened.
I could rant on and on about them, but it's 12:19am and I have to get up at 7. I feel like that's a waste of my time.
Band was the highlight of my day. This morning, Mrs. Netta-my band director-just paused, looked me up and down, pointed to my shirt (which was a badflower shirt) and said, "Rae, sometimes I wish you were my kid."
I think that's my favorite thing that anyone has ever said to me. Mostly because I love Mrs. Netta. I don't remember what I said back to her. I think I just said, 'yeah.' I did just because
Sometimes I wish I were her kid too.
