158 – Burnt Hot Dogs

Abby had just turned into a real little princess, and was about as spoilt. Her father was so happy to have her back at his side that he showered her with presents.

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It was also Viggo’s birthday, so the family went to spend one day on the beach and seaside swimming pool.

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Tara didn’t even need to ask Viggo to take care of the hot dogs. She liked that new Viggo.

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He could almost become the perfect man…”, she thought.

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Or not… “You dropped one, you idiot.”

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« Better and better. »

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“You really can’t do anything right, can you?”

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–          Oh give me a break, won’t you! It’s not like it’s the end of the world!

–          It is our lunch, you moron! There’s nothing else to eat! Why can’t you pay more attention?

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“Listen Tara, I don’t wanna go through this once again. Can’t you, like, be a little bit nicer? I’m really making an effort here… If you don’t do it for me, at least do it for Abby.”

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“I know… You’re right. I should make an effort too.”

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“I’ll try to be more patient. Just bear with me, ok?”

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–          Wow, I feel so mature suddenly.

–          You only have more wrinkles.

–          Why, thanks for that.

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–          Abby dear, dad has burnt those hot dogs with all his heart, so we are going to eat them with a smile, ok?

–          Ok, mom…

–          Tara, I can hear you. I’m sitting right here, remember?

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“See? It’s not that bad with a lot of ketchup.”

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2 thoughts on “158 – Burnt Hot Dogs

  1. Zhippidy Doodah 16/08/2014 at 11:19 Reply

    Wow Tara is nasty toward Viggo here…. She’s turning into her mother…. I rather pitied Viggo, On his birthday, he is kicked around by the ex wife. 😦

    • Noctie 17/08/2014 at 18:01 Reply

      Viggo is a bit of a loser. 😀 Tara has always been the dominating one in their relationship. But she likes him though, she’s even ready to compromise.

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