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Subject: Reed 'em and Weep - next chapter (17 April 2008) Thursday 17 April 2008 Things I can't take seriously: Mr Questions. I mean honestly, mate, fuck off, would you? Okay, so there is going to be some chronic excitement at home. You'll never guess what I found in the outside bin when I was surreptitiously throwing away some unrelated stuff of my own in the big bin outside under cover of darkness? Well, I guess it was related, in a way, since... never mind. Still, I found a Home Pregnancy Test box! A bit more digging and, under a mound of not-exactly photogenic and largely rotting uneaten cat-food, jackpot ? a positive test, with two dark blue stripes. I'm mezitli escort guessing my little Ms Goody Two-Shoes sister ? not Miss, note; it's Ms ? Mandy is up the duff! A bit of a surprise, really, since as far as I know she's not seeing anyone, but you hardly need to be in a relationship to get yourself accidentally knocked up. So much for her massively feminist/pseudo militant lesbianesque stance on the uselessness of men, since I'm pretty sure she can't go to a sperm bank at almost 17. Of course that latter assumption also raises the preposterous notion that she wants a kid while still at high school, and if that's the pozcu escort case I'll eat my hat. We're not stupid, my family, with a long history of being fairly bright, and if Mandy is indeed preggers then it's a fuck-up in every sense of that very useful, ubiquitous, and wholly appropriate phrase. The trick now is keeping mum while trying to find out a bit more. I think it might be time for some Facebook stalking. Unfortunately the ol' FB will be overloaded this coming weekend, since it's her 17th birthday on Sunday and if I know teenagers and Facebook... On that note, I supposed I'd better go get her a gift. Fortunately I managed escort bayan to save a bit from last month; waiting tables being not always lucrative and my not-quite-excessive-but-also-not-quite-not partying being a deadly combination when you're not exactly swimming in money. I guess a Congrats! You're Expecting! card instead of a birthday one will be more than a touch off-side, although it will be fucking funny. Thinking about this a bit, I should probably be more empathetic at this point than I actually do feel; currently I'm more amused than anything else and I'm not sure that's a rational response to something of this nature. I mean, potentially I'm only a few months away from being an uncle; and more than that, it appears that even my predictable, dull, religious and uber-conservative younger sister has had more sex than I have. How about you let me catch a break, Mr G_d, huh? Yeesh, this has got beyond ridiculous. I'm this close ---