These are My Parents

Two Stories:

1.) Once, my family was in Washington D.C. We really wanted hot chocolate, but everything was closed. We went to the bar in the hotel in hopes they would have some, at which point my father said, "Lindsey, go ask the bar tender if they have hot chocolate." I told him to do it, to which he replied, "You're a 20 year old girl." Dad's selling me out.

2.) My mom has a friend who has a friend (stay with me) who, for a brief moment, she tried to set me up with. We'll call this Operation Set-up. In trying to perpetuate Operation Set-up, my mother posted a picture of me on her friend's Facebook. This may not seem like a big deal, but if any of you saw me on Halloween, you saw my Lady Gaga face. Translation: I don't know how many pictures she went through to find it, but my mother managed to find one of the most questionable pictures of me on Facebook. Thanks mom, you're selling me out.