dhoward
LIFETIME SPONSOR
- Feb 7, 2000
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The quiet balance of our home has been disrupted by one of the worst possible fates. My 16-year-old daughter. Due to some, uh, deficiencies in her academic career thus far, her mother and I thought it best that she take up residence in my home. Better educational opportunities, a little more structure than she had become accustomed to, yada, yada, yada…. MY GOD! The incessant phone calls, the clothes, the car insurance, THE BOYFRIEND!!! ARRRGH!
Please, my fellow DRNers, keep me in your thoughts and prayers.
Dear Diary, saw some more of my hair on the shower floor today…..
Disclaimer: The preceding rant was an attempt to express my fear in a humorous fashion. I love my daughter very much and hope this arrangement is a good experience for both of us. Now, where’s my prozac…
Please, my fellow DRNers, keep me in your thoughts and prayers.
Dear Diary, saw some more of my hair on the shower floor today…..
Disclaimer: The preceding rant was an attempt to express my fear in a humorous fashion. I love my daughter very much and hope this arrangement is a good experience for both of us. Now, where’s my prozac…