A bad day. They really aren't all like this.
Gave my kids my bank card last week to take out $20 for a "cyber dance" that they wanted to go to, after checking my account today found out they took out $40. Thieving little fucks.
They were already doomed before they got home - but then one of them came home in tears with his face black and blue.
After an hour on the phone with the principle, I called OPP. They should be here shortly. Pictures already taken of my son's face. (karma, you ask? don't think I didn't suggest that to him) Still unacceptable.
As I wait for the OPP, my BFF pulls into the driveway, walks into my door in tears and says "I just need a fucking hug, Lori". Her dad has been assessed with cancer riddled through his whole body, her mom was just found on Tuesday after having a heart attack and stuck on the floor in the bathroom since Sunday.
Anybody need an excuse to drink? Feel free to take one of those and run with it.
(but wait until after the cops leave)