Tomorrow

Ok, so tomorrow is the big day. I get to go to court tomorrow. I get to go see my father for the first time in almost nine years. Yay. Does my excitement show? Because there is no excitement. I DO NOT want to do this. In fact, there really is no reason for this, other than my father's ditz of an attorney thinks it's the only way she'll get the two of us in a room together. And she's right. There's no way in hell I'd voluntarily agree to see him again.
Speaking of "The Ditz" (which is what I've dubbed her partly because I forget her name a lot of the time), my lawyer saw her in court today, and she asked him who is bringing the cake. He looked at her and asked her "What cake?" "The cake for tomorrow," she responds. "What cake for tomorrow?" Michael (my attorney) asks. I'll spare you the whole conversation, but it turns out she was referring to the cake celebrating my father's and mine 'reunion.' PUUUULEASE! After my mom told me this story (Michael is also her attorney), I turn to my mom and tell her that I hope the ditz brings the cake so I can smash it in her face. I hope she likes a pie face. And hopefully my father won't tempt me because he might end up getting a knuckle sandwhich.