Where is my Sitcom Parent?

I have run into a number of people issues lately surrounding my business. Nothing world shattering, but just a lot of yuck. I remember as a kid, I would wish I could have parents like I saw on sitcoms, like the Cosby Show or Family Ties, where the parent would sit and chat to me about the situation, and set me straight about what to do… then in the end make me laugh and give me a big hug.  A few minutes later, the problem would be all done with a little gag at the end then the closing music plays. Yes, I still wish that today.

I wish that we would figure out that it is all just a misunderstanding… or that old friends are acting like old friends – and it really isn’t what it seems. Cue laugh track? Damn, that trick STILL doesn’t work. 

2008
04/30
POSTED BY
Stefanie
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Wish
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