Are we sure there wasn't a stork involved? Storks can make mistakes.

[seriousfic]

Would you trust a stork to deliver your mail, even?

I swear to God, when I move out of the house, I am not going to see anyone in my family for at least fifteen years. There is just no common ground there. I could have more fruitful conversations with armadillos.

My sister is a drug addict, my other sister likes Twilight unironically, my brother is addicted to online games, and I'm pretty sure my parents are the kind of people who would buy a "Can We Still Call It The 'White' House?" bumper sticker.