So, apparently if I don’t get a job by the end of the day it is going to be the damn end of the world. Or at least that is what my Mom seems to think. We went down to the school and got a work permit. I cannot for the life of me find an ID. God knows where I put it. Dad is going to be out of town a whole lot this comming month, he left this morning. So in other words there is no referee to prevent Mom and I from warring upon each other. I am just so grumpy… there are no words.
Gerr
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