Imbecile

My friends are all beautiful people.

When they invite me into their homes, I know why. Their families are so nurturing, so loving and caring. Even if it isn't shown quite coventionally, their care and committment is always echoed through hard-work...In providing them with stable homes.

Other people's Mums and Dads care for me when I am in their homes. Temporarily I become a daughter.

My father is hopeless.

Today when I got home, he had not bought any dinner or food .

"Dinah! w-w-w what should I get for dinner? I didn't get to the shops yet because I didn't know what to get," he blubbers.

(Although it was his suggestion of Taco's, which I agreed to when he asked me yesterday)

" I thought you were going to get stuff to make taco's with!" I exasparated.

"Oh, Yeah, I didn't know what to get because you didn't write me a list, I was going to get meat but I didn't know what else goes in a taco..."

(even though I had made them on previous occassion and he could have read the back of the box)

He is a walking joke.

An imbecile of a man.

If you'll excuse me I have to make his dinner now...