So when I found out I was pregnant late summer 2008 I was pretty stoked! And like any stoked pregnant chick I was pretty stoked to tell my family. Being that I lived in southern California at the time, I called up most everyone to give them the news. But I was going to see my dad (and FC of course) the following week in Palm Springs so I went out and got a bib that said "I love my Grandpa" and wrapped it up. So fast forward a week and we're all sitting in the living room, I'm waiting for an opportunity to give my dad his present when FC isn't around. But she just wouldn't bugger off. So I gave his the present, he opened it, and FC says "NO WAY!" before dad can even say anything. I ignore her cause I could give a crap what she thinks. Anyway, he did the whole proud grandpa bit and we went on with life.
A couple weeks later, I flew to WA (why, I don't remember) and I'm staying at my Dad's house at the lake. I'm taking my crap upstairs when I see an obnoxious new addition to the stairwell's "decorative" items. It's a shadowbox frame thing with the bib I got my dad. Clearly made by FC because she also added some stickers of babies in it as well and stickers that spelled out "Jenny Jr.". Really... Jenny Jr's the best she could come up with?! I don't even spell my name like that!! I really just wanted to take it and chuck it. When FC asked me how I liked it later, I just looked at her and said that she spelled my name wrong. I really had nothing else to say about it. It's just a sad, gaudy attempt to be buddies or something, which clearly, we're not!
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