there was a small protest at the bowling alley tonight when i mentioned that i won’t be there next week. i have to attend our company holiday party.

“whattya mean you’re not gonna be here,” craig asked.
“i have to go a company party.”
“i’m gonna have to train someone new?”
“that one sister isn’t gonna be here, is she,” kent asked.
“no, it’ll be kelli.”
“good, ericka made me say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ it sucked.”
“sorry, i’d rather be here than at the party. wanna be my date?”
“will you wear a dog collar and leash?”
“i have on at home!”

then i had to stop because i think at that point my dad’s head fell off.