A New Family

For the first time, my father, our two tenants and I were watching Jeopardy when some jerk from Harvard was telling a dumb story about how he improperly addressed Ségolène Royal in French.  One, I don’t need to be told who the head of French Socialist Party is.  Two, I don’t care about your stupid grammar snafu, you’re going to Harvard, you can do better.  Later:

Dad: I don’t like him.
Dave: wow, that guy from Harvard’s a douche.
John: He’s a douche nozzle.
Me: I also believe him to be a douche.

Dave called him a manslut when he failed to bet enough during a Double Jeopardy answer and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was part of a family again.