When your not specific...you get toast.

[eggwards]

Well, damnit.

First, my Dad sends an email back, stating that he will probably be out at the gun range on Sunday. This is nothing new, he works on training other members of the sheriff's office for their ammunitions tests. This is a problem, but not a big problem. Besides, it's Easter Sunday, I don't think too many people will need his help at the range.

The bigger problem is this. Sunday Nights, I often have dinner with the folks. When I said I wanted to do lunch on Sunday, I didn't want to cause suspicion, so I didn't say, "without Mom, please."

So guess what happens...Mom calls tonight and leaves a voicemail. "I don't know if we can do it, but why do you want to have lunch on Sunday?"

Oh brother, someone shoot me now.

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[bassbehr.livejournal.com]

Well, there is no easy way to do what you are going to do. Unfortunately, my mom found a porn magazine in my dirty laundry. ....whoops. She asked about it as we decorated the Xmas tree three years ago. My dad found out a month ago and had the pleasure of meeting Michael mrh745i a week later. It's just not an easy thing. *HUGS*