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I went shopping with my parents this morning - well, they went shopping and also I went shopping so we went in the same car. In the way of clothes that are suitable for wearing in public, I have four pairs of jeans and about six t-shirts. If Grandma died tomorrow I would have to go to her funeral in jeans and a t-shirt. Anyway, I got another pair of jeans, so way to solve that problem, Frances. On the positive side, they're totally awesome.
I also got The New Best Recipe with a Borders voucher I had, about which I am very thrilled despite the fact that allergies prevent me from using 80% of the recipes involved.
It's only since I started driving that I've realised my Dad is ... not a very good driver. I mean, he's been in hardly any accidents so I do grant him that, but, you know, I spend a lot of time feeling genuinely unsafe whenever I'm driving with him. Leaving the carpark:
Dad: *misses concrete column by five centimeters*
Me: Oh God.
Dad: Which way should I turn, guys?
Mum: Turn left.
Dad: Left?
Me: Yeah, you need to turn left.
Dad: Okay. *turns right*
Mum: I said left.
Me: Dad, this is not left.
Dad: *stops in middle of intersection*
Blue Car: *collision course*
Blue Car: *not slowing down*
Me: Holyshit. DAD!
Dad: I see him!
Me: THEN GET OFF THE INTERSECTION.
Dad: Melva, I wish you wouldn't direct me! It's so annoying!
Mum: Well you keep saying things like "which way should I turn?"
Family.
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