Ugh you'd think that as you grow older, parents line of thinking as well as yours would slowly merge and you'd get along better. Well, in my case, it ain't and I seem to always be fighting with them. It's like adolescence all over again! But more rational.
So compounded with the fact that I was so miserable because of the stupid sewing machine, my dad starts on me as well, so my afternoon is a bottom line bust.
Tss. Dealing with parents.
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