Saturday, October 2, 2010

Dazed and SO Confused



It's time to move.

I rolled in last night around 5:00am and went right to sleep. 7:30am comes around and my Dad strolls into my room and plunks down on the side of my bed with a question to ask me. I manage to pry one very bleary eye open and glare up at him. Now, I've never been so good with the numbers but I'm pretty sure if I got to bed at 5:00am and am being rudely awaken, on a SATURDAY, at 7:30am, that means I've only enjoyed 2.5 hours of sleep.
Whatever. Ask your question and be gone with you, I said. Well, actually I just groaned in compliance and closed my eye hoping he would make this quick.

Father: "Are you on drugs?"

My eye pops back open and I consider sitting up. Can't. Too tired. Besides, he can't be serious.

Me: "You can't be serious."

Father: "Your Mother and I are just concerned about you and think you may be on drugs."

Me: "I'm not on drugs Dad. I'll let you know if and when this status changes."

I close my eye and pull my comforter over my head to signal meeting adjourned.


Now that I've had some time to think this through, it may not be such a bad idea. Not actually taking up the drug habit, (who can afford it nowadays?) but letting my family THINK I have. I've seen Intervention. These addicts practically get a day on the calendar named after them. The whole family gets together to tell them how special and loved they are. Each one of them has even written a letter to the honorary addict sharing favorite memories from times less troubled. Who couldn't do with a bit of that? To top it all off they get to go somewhere balmy and sunny that usually has palm trees.

Too bad I only have 4 vacation days left.

So, no, Dad. I am not on drugs. However, between this conversation and the car ride where you asked about my sex life when I was trapped in the moving vehicle with no escape other than bailing out and facing certain death...it's time for me to move.

4 comments:

  1. You def need to move. I would have laughed him out of the room.

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  2. I could easily start a rumor or two and spread it to the fam. I would gladly hold an honorary DAWN DAY and make everyone say nice things about you. Like what a great dance coreographer you are for a group of 3. Then we could watch that dance. over and over. Then you would probably be sad that you weren't high at the moment. Perhaps I should scratch the whole idea...

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  3. As soon as I get my hand on that tape I am burning it. Twice.

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