The problem is that I have a bunch of days I've already planned for doing stuff, so that means that there are way fewer days for us to do stuff. Also, I have no idea how long my sister is going to be here. Finally, she laid out a series of things she wants to do, and I am still thinking about what to do with her and, even more importantly, when. That is difficult. For example, Saturday might have been a good time, but I have an eye appointment in the afternoon and I'm going to the MNUFC soccer Match that night. I'm going to another soccer Match next week. And I have sporting events I'm working on that'll also take up much of my time. Meanwhile, she wants to go here, and there, and maybe even up north, and that'll take up a weekend, and I don't know if I have a weekend free.
Still, I need, and want, to take some time I would have reserved for myself and devote it to her. Contrast that to considering the feelings of My Fucking Father, who blew a gasket and insulted me because I dragged the trash bin to a part of the driveway he deemed too close to the recycling bin. He thinks those bins have to be as far apart from each other as possible. Yeah, because the garbage truck and the recycling truck can't tell which bin to pick up if they're too close. That asshole actually went out and dragged the trash bin to the other side of the end of the driveway. That's weird. What makes it even stupider is that he did that as my sister and I had started up my car because we were going to the library. My Fucking Father dragged the trash bin behind where we would back down the car. If my sister didn't negotiate around the trash bin, if she just backed down the driveway like any normal human being, we would've hit the bin. But My Fucking Father absolutely had to move it there, and he couldn't at least fucking wait until we had left. Childish son-of-a-bitch.
See, I don't want to care about what My Fucking Father thinks. But I do want to care about what my sister thinks. See the difference?
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