as much as I like to talk about the crazy things my parents do or all of the stuff over which I disagree with them, I love them to pieces and I love spending time with them and would probably be super miserable if I were on bad terms with them and it makes me happy that they still love each other and still love me and my sister and that we are able to coexist without conflict

in fact I wasn’t planning on going to their house this weekend but I think I will now since I haven’t seen them in a while

(and this also gives me a good excuse to stop in Atlanta on Friday to see if that floral print sports jersey is still at the Rag-o-rama in Little 5 Points because if it is I’m buying the shit out of it)