Bought a cake for my dad for Father's Day. The cake decorator at Walmart miswrote "you're" as "your"!

Grammar, people! Grammar!

Oh well. What is done is done. My sister and I had actually told the cake decorator to write "you are" instead of "you're". The lady even confirmed the order when we made it. Like, she confirmed that we said "you are". Whatever. I'm not too peeved. My sister is livid, though. lol. "We should demand a refund!"

In other news, my dad went on a rant yesterday about mental illness after he read a story about some local kid with autism who unintentionally hit an elderly woman with his bike. I don't want to repeat what my dad said because it's particularly triggering, but yeah... what he basically made his same "argument" about how people with MI "need to be locked up for the rest of their lives before they further damage society".