My dad just called to let me know about his debilitating diarrhea... I love my life. I'm going to go drink now, until I've repressed this latest special family memory.
On the plus side, I've discovered that Tootsie Pops exist in mini form. I've consumed about 4 dozen so far.
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Your Dad needs to trade off a few of his Being An Utter Jackass skill ranks in exchange for Recognizing Appropriate Conversational Topics To Share With One's Offspring.
Er.
Let's just imagine that I said something really witty there instead of something irretrievably nerdy.
Wow, I don't think I have that strong an imagination.
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