Rubber

Quien los entiende?!

Mom and Dad are gone for the next couple of days. They're on some road-trip that will get them from Spokane to Vegas. Dad decided to buy a truck out there (don't ask me. The man has weird ideas) and so they have to drive it back home. I opted not to go because I'd rather be stabbed in the face, repeatedly, than go on another road-trip with both my parents.
Anyway, I had to wake up at 4:30 in the morning today to take them to the airport. Mom was still shoving shit in her bag, so I told her what crossed my mind.
Me: Make sure you pack some rubbers. I'll be SO pissed if you give me a baby brother at this age.
Mom: What the hell do you think we're going out there for?

What can I say? I'm hell of selfish when it comes to my parent's affection. I already have to fight with a fucker who does this kind of shit:

My bro is 6'1", how tall is the dude next to him?! Anyway, this was two weeks ago. Lucky ass.

And a baby sister who is quite the pretty lady... with her dimples and giant eyes.
I'm just the quiet, good girl... pretty much the wallflower who isn't missed whether she's home or on the other side of the Atlantic.

I need to catch a break somewhere.