If you’re new, Tulip’s story starts here.
Days 1-13
My friend Nelly keeps Tulip while I go on vacation. Tulip’s “mostly good”. Except for chewing up that one bra. I offer to pay for the bra on top of the babysitting fee, but Nelly says, nah, it’s still wearable. Haha! I’ve totally done that!
Day 14
Nelly drops her off at my house, and Tulip TOTALLY GOT CUTER WHILE I WAS GONE.
And she’s real happy to see me.
I missed her.
It’s also important to note that, when we sat in motherfucking DC traffic and then blazed (way out of our way) west to Manassas to take Route 15 south but then I missed the turn-off to stay on 15, not once but twice, and I threw multiple Grand Tanties (traffic & getting lost being two of my tantrum triggers), my dad seemed surprised every time and said, “Oh. I’m just enjoying my time with you.”
It’s possible my dad’s the sweetest old bastard alive.
