Jerry tried to pull his typical brand of bullshit (of course). Sarah had taken some rings that belonged to jerry's mom and wore them. He got all pissed about it and called screaming. I pretty much told him to calm down and hung up on him. It's totally stupid considering my mother told her that she could wear them. Anywho, I just made her take the rings off and put them in her bag to make sure they made it home safely.
You know, my dad and I have been having these late-night drunken conversations about life and everything. We have pretty much covered all the bases. We talk jobs, school, relationships, everything. He and squeel are finally calling it quits. Dad's been screwing around and squeel is miserable. I mean, all he wants to do is age another 12 years and retire and she is clinging to her youth like it were chocolate cake (speaking of which, I almost forgot to mention that I baked sarah a 4-layer chocolate cake and it was amazing).
Well, I guess that's all for now. Laters.
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