I’ve never posted an email from the parental units before. And I say “units” because they are two entirely separate entities.

But one in particular is causing me serious internal conflict.

The kind of conflict that will probably result in some tiny Christmas fairy getting its wings clipped.

I know. It’s the SEASON FOR GIVING. Where the fuck is my holiday spirit?

Well…when it comes to the fatherly unit, it pretty much withered up and died somewhere between his walking out and numerous failed attempts at a *new* start.

And if you’re new…or if you forgot…Me + Dad = Rocky.

I’m pretty sure I publicly ripped him a new asshole here and here.

My angst is deciding what to to with this email I received yesterday from him. My dad. VERBATIM:

Merry Christmas..

I was thinking… i don’t have to invite you over when M&T come over do i? If i do, then please stop by.

ily Dad

(FYI: M&T = my two younger brothers)

I still can’t decide if that’s an invitation or an insult?

Uhhh…wait. So, you’re basically “thinking” that we should *know* to just “pop in?” Unannounced?

Well…I was just thinking we should show up buck-ass naked and drunk. Does that require a heads-up?

I finally friended him on Facebook awhile ago. So I’ve pretty much screwed myself out of a present this year.

Oh…right. I didn’t get a present last year, either.

Dear Internet: What the hell am I supposed to do? Do we go for the obligatory visit or do we say fuck it?

PS:  That was kind of my plea for help suggestions advice an excuse not to go?

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