Sunday, March 29, 2009

Well, shit.

Went home with a friend this weekend. And she pulled out this drawing from college. In on quadrant, she was asked to draw the most disgusting thing she could think of.

She drew someone pooping.

I showed this picture to my dad when I got home.

First he said, "I don't think I like Jess anymore."


Dad: Ok, I've got a story for you. I was camping with a few friends. Mark you know; and Fred you don't know. And they both confessed that they'd put a mirror under their asses to watch themselves poop.
Me: Ugh!!!! Gross!!!!!
Dad: Yeah, can you believe it. Out of the whole world, two guys did that and I know 'em both.


Friday, March 27, 2009


As I was walking out the door this morning...

Dad: Hey, kid. 
Me: Yeah?
Dad: In case I don't say it enough, I really appreciate everything you do for me.
Me: Do you need money?
Dad: No.

Then this afternoon he added me as a Facebook friend. 
I love my dad.


Sunday, March 22, 2009

Battlestar Galactica

Friday was the series finale of Battlestar Galactica. My best friend, Jess, came home to find her fiance watching the show without her. He was an hour in, said it was good and told her to watch the rest of it with him. He did not understand what a foul this was.

I told my dad the story.

Dad: How old is he?
Me: He's my age.
Dad: Huh. So his brain is should be fully developed.

Sunday, March 8, 2009


Got up this morning.
Made some coffee.
Dad walks in the kitchen.

Dad: You have the day off?
Me: What?
Dad: You took the day off?
Me: It's Sunday.
Dad: No, it's Monday.
Me: No, it's Sunday. (pause) I swear.
Dad: Really?
Me: Yeah. Yesterday was Saturday. I had people over on Friday.
Dad: Huh. I figured this would happen.
Me: Well, you don't have football to tell you what day it is.
Dad: True. And it's not like basketball is going to help me with that.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Breaking Bad.

Will recommended that I start watching Breaking Bad. I really like it, so I decided to tell Dad about it. Turns out he already watched the first season. We sat and talked about our favorite weird, little scenes and quotes.

He's so cool.
I don't know what he'd do in the basement if he didn't download torrents. 


Thursday, March 5, 2009

Poor Little Huey.

I took Huey to get neutered yesterday. He had started trying to mount Jack the cat. Dad, of course, was a little sad about "the castration."

This evening he asked...

Dad: So, what did the vet look like?
Me: I don't know. I took him to this place in the ghetto. The guy that checked to make sure Huey's testicles had dropped was a black guy with curly, oily hair.
Dad: Hmm. Because he won't come near me. I thought maybe the person who did this to him looked like me.

It was so cute. Dad was a little sad that Huey has been avoiding him.