Christ on a Crutch

It was just brought to my attention that I really upset my dad the other day by jokingly saying "I love you, but I don't love you that much" in reference to paying well over $100 for Riverdance tickets for father's day. Let that soak in a moment. My dad has told me not to spend money this summer. He gave me crap for spending $40 one day. "Save your money. How are you going to pay for France?" Dad knows my sarcastic sense of humor. I feel badly, I don't want to upset my dad. However, the whole thing is slightly ridiculous. And don't you give me crap for it, Donna. How many hurtful things have you said directed towards me? Quite a few. Don't try and demean me. Don't. Fuck this shit, I'm going to Pittsburgh.