Deep Fried Enigma

Its time for an update!

My awesome nephew Kiyan was baptised last Sunday. Of couse, my parents weren't invited as they have shown no interest in wanting to be in their grandsons life.

Now, to set this up. Me and Scott leave in our best dress. And to thwart any sort of drama that may ensue, when asked where we are going, We tell them we are going to a wedding. Then head on our way to the baptism.

After the baptism we had a lovely get together and I found out some WONDERFUL bits of information about my mother:

1st: Apparently when me, my brother, and sister were younger we had a hairstylist we went to regulary. After a period of time my mom was convinced our hairstylist had a voodoo doll of all of us, and had made these dolls using the very hair that she cut off our heads.

2nd: My mom has NEVER pumped her own gas. She calls my father and makes him meet her at the gas station after work or whenever to pump her gas freaking gas.

3rd: She passed out at my sister wedding because she was just SOoO shocked and appauled that my sister invited her grandparents. (horrible evil sister!)

Now its after the baptism and I am home, and my MOM starts asking alot of questions about where the wedding was, who was married, what was the grooms name, and acting like she knew I really wasn't at a wedding. Come to find out, my neice told my brother that she got to see Kiyan on Saturday. My brother being the peace keeper takes this little bit of news and gleefully skips to my parents told them where Mycah was on Saturday! That she really wasn't at a wedding, she was at a get together, that, THEY, werent invited to!

How did I find out that they knew?! Me and Scott are ever so happily downstairs hiding from the psychos in our room playing Halo Wars when my dad comes bounding down the stairs throws open my door and rudely says "So, you really were NOT at a wedding yesterday were you!?"

"No, I was not!" I tried to say every so friendly.

"You were at Kiyans baptism, huh?!" He said with a rude glare

"Yep, I sure was" *grin*

"How was it?!" He said EVER so snidely

"It was just great" *insert really happy cheesy middle finger grin*

Meanwhile this conversation goes on my cute little Tishy face escapes out the door cause she's trying to see the big mean man I call dad. (she just is too doggy stupid to realize he sucks.) He shut the door, ran after her, grabbed her, came back and threw her back in my room! Then he just ran off like a chicken afterwards. Now excuse me! You can be rude to me but DO NOT! under any circumstance be mean to my dog or I will hurt you.

So with all of that, guess who's fault it is tthat they didnt know about the baptism. MINE! :-D!