Birthday Tank Top

I am so sad that no one else got to experience this "happening" with me!

It's my 22 birthday. I had just moved down to Palm Springs the month before, so dad and F-ing C came down to celebrate my day (yay for me, right?!). So the night starts off just peachy when dad announces where we're going for dinner. You'd think it would be my choice right? Cause it's my Birthday and all. But NO. And of course he wants to go to one of my LEAST favorite restaurants: The Outback. Whatever...

So we get to the Outback, and sometime during dinner I'm handed a present. Most people would be excited to get a present, but when it's Donkey face who's giving them, one needs to be a little leery.. I open it. Pull out what's inside. And I'm speechless. What I'm holding is basically a crime to humanity!! It's a spaghetti strap, crocheted, mid drift showing, tank top, and it's turquoise. It is SO hideous that I put it back in the box as quickly as possible so that no one would see me holding it! It's obvious that very little thought went into this gift so I wasn't going to feel bad about stuffing this thing in the back of my closet.

As it turns out, she had walked across the street to some Old Woman's Boutique (I'm not over exaggerating) and purchased the horrid thing the day of my birthday! Who does that?!

Stay tuned for the rest of the story in "The Return of Birthday Tank Top"