Bacon and Ice Cream

My sister posted this on her MySpace today, and I thought it gave good insight as to how my family is.

Dad: So what do you want for your birthday?

Me: I dunno. Don't get me anything. You don't have to.

Dad: Bullshit. What do you want. You teenage girls always want something. I'll get you something.

Me: I dunno. hahahah

Dad: Well I'm already paying so much for this damn cheerleading uniform. So don't pick anything too expensive.​.​.​.​.​*​30 second pause*​.​.​.​.​Cheerleading.​ who would have known it costs a million dollars. Are the uniforms made of diamonds or something? Jesus Christ.

Me: I know. hahaha you don't have to get me anything. You can pay for some of my cheer stuff and that's it. I don't need anything for my birthday.

Dad: I mean jeeze couldn't you have picked ping pong or hacky sack? I mean I would have supported a hacky sack team. That is a good sport. You should quit everything your doing that costs money and play hacky sack. Ill buy you a hacky sack. And that's it.

Me: If its not in the olympics then it's not a sport dad. I'm a sports type of girl.

Dad: For your birthday can I get a new fat lazy daughter?

Me: How is that a gift for me? That just benefits you.

Dad: You could be lazy and get fat so when we go to theme parks I can wheel you around in a wheel chair and we can be first in line for every ride.

Me: Go buy me some bacon and ice cream and I'll hop on it.

Dad: sounds like a plan.

Cute right? Here's a photo of them from a couple Christmases ago. They're actually my step-father and sister, though I've never felt the need to tack that on whenever I mention them since I've known them for a good portion of my life.