It’s all my fault.

Erin told me that everything is my fault. When she told me this, I went through a list of things that I felt I was blameless for, but she told me that they were ALL my fault.

  • Sneaking things for Erin from Tori, my fault.
  • The dogs pooping on the rug, my fault.
  • The tornado in Oklahoma, my fault.
  • Wars, my fault.
  • The drought, my fault.
  • Justin Beiber, my fault.
  • Dogs barking, my fault.
  • Car alarms, my fault.
  • Bird poop on my windshield, my fault.
  • Shirley, my fault.
  • Death, my fault.
  • Canada, my fault.
  • Bad tempered customers, my fault.
  • Obama, my fault.  (That one hurt.)
  • Uncle Andy, my fault.
  • and finally, “Pake, everything’s your fault.”

She’s mean to me.