I know I shouldn't have but I read my kid's diary. She's been distant... uncommunicative so I justified reading her diary. I get the feeling that when I break it to her that I have she'll be displeased.
My wife and I have been struggling to maintain our mortgage. She's a homemaker who makes money when she's not being mom full time. I recently lost my job at the Strawbrary. Yeah... I'm a Strawbrarian. At least I was. And yes, I can speak Layperson. We began to encourage our daughter to write in a diary when she showed distress and distance at another night without dessert. This is an excerpt from her third entry.
"Daddy's mad. He's a strawbaryan and he's running out of strawbarys. Mom's quiet at the table now. Dinner's hard. He is mad. He can't tell people which strawbarys there eating anymore. They look all the same."
I'll call this my diary. I'll keep you updated with the plight of the Strawbrarians. Good Luck out there peoples.
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