I've lived in Chicago for around 6 years now. Unfortunately every visit home is usually for a wedding, so I'm pretty busy when I'm there. Katy Russo may be known as a Mommas girl to some, and others, daddy's little girl. I'm the baby of 4, I have 2 sisters and a brother.
So, I'm home for a short visit and I stay at my dads place for the weekend. Which also used to be where I lived back in the day. However, I no longer have a room that I call 'my bedroom', it's just a spare room. For the most part I was running around taking care of wedding stuff, but made some time to meet with friends to go out on the town. Obviously I hit up some of my old stomping grounds, and then I get home around 2am-ish. I'm not used to sleeping alone, and I was drunk, and lonely. But, wait..... I'm not alone..... my dad is home in the next room sleeping. So I go spoon my poppa! It's not creepy! He created me, and he's the coolest guy around! Yup I said it and I say it proud! Obviously he was not happy with me at the time, he bitched for a few minutes and then fell back asleep. I wake up the next morning, and start to piece the night before together. I chuckle at myself, and then go about my day. I go out the next night, and again I get home and am feeling a little lonely. But this time there's a problem, I jiggle the handle and its locked?!?! Seriously dad, come on! Then I hear this 5 ft 4 in little Italian man start screaming "god damn you Katy go to your own bed!". I frown, sigh, and walk away to the spare room. The next day I have a little time to visit with my momma. So I drive over and walk in, and look around..... She is in bed. SCORE! KRP and Mommy cuddle time. #krpnotslutty I keep it in the family!
So, I'm home for a short visit and I stay at my dads place for the weekend. Which also used to be where I lived back in the day. However, I no longer have a room that I call 'my bedroom', it's just a spare room. For the most part I was running around taking care of wedding stuff, but made some time to meet with friends to go out on the town. Obviously I hit up some of my old stomping grounds, and then I get home around 2am-ish. I'm not used to sleeping alone, and I was drunk, and lonely. But, wait..... I'm not alone..... my dad is home in the next room sleeping. So I go spoon my poppa! It's not creepy! He created me, and he's the coolest guy around! Yup I said it and I say it proud! Obviously he was not happy with me at the time, he bitched for a few minutes and then fell back asleep. I wake up the next morning, and start to piece the night before together. I chuckle at myself, and then go about my day. I go out the next night, and again I get home and am feeling a little lonely. But this time there's a problem, I jiggle the handle and its locked?!?! Seriously dad, come on! Then I hear this 5 ft 4 in little Italian man start screaming "god damn you Katy go to your own bed!". I frown, sigh, and walk away to the spare room. The next day I have a little time to visit with my momma. So I drive over and walk in, and look around..... She is in bed. SCORE! KRP and Mommy cuddle time. #krpnotslutty I keep it in the family!
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