Who doesn't love going to the supermarket? Really?
My parents had me when they were super young. Being the selfish bastards they were, my parents still pursued their dreams and went to college despite my needy presence in their barely formed adult lives. My dad pumped through college quickly, then my mom took her turn. Our family schedule absolutely suffered because I could effectively only spend time with one or the other while they took turns handing me off.
I spent ages 4 through 8 living on the outskirts of Detroit (I even lived near 8 mile road - not that white trash gangsta...really). During this time, my dad had finished school and was the one that I spent most my time with. My mom spent time wiping old men's asses and smelling dirty mash potatoes at nursing homes while going to school part time.
My dad and I did a ton of stuff on the weekends together, but one of the best and most memorable things we did was go to Meijer's, a predecessor to Super Target, but way, way more awesome.
seriously. fuck you blog. you deleted all the coolness that came after the last paragraph. I have to finish this so like 2 people can read it.
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