my dad is turning sixty in seven days. (I won't be home, so we celebrated early.)
I got my dad his very first dvd player. He's already decided to return it, but we made a deal: he has one week to purchase another dvd player that he'd rather have. Apparently, the one I got was too extravagant for his needs. I looked at the back of our current television and it was manufactured in 1984. Technophobia? Absolutely.
First Scrabble game of the trip.
Why must my mom whoop us until we are crying and begging for mercy?