Bad Anyabeth, Don't Pick on Daddy

My dad's best friend has a son exactly my age.

When I was growing up my dad always wanted me to marry Moose when I was old enough.

Moose's girlfriend just had his baby today. It's her second, with different fathers and she is nineteen. Moose plays in a punk band and works part time as a janitor in a nursing home. He lives over a garage.

I'm married. We both have good jobs and own our home.

All I want to do is call my dad and gloat.

The little nun in my head is cracking my knuckles with a ruler at the thought. And I am not even Catholic.

I shouldn't be this evil.

At least the baby is beautiful.