I'm out of town so I called home to see how things are going.
"Our youngest has a homework assignment," my Lovely Bride said.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"He's supposed to write an essay on what his father means to him."
"Oh. How's it going?"
"I told him it's not polite to talk about how much you make, so he's struggling. He wrote that you coach his team, he doesn't like your music, and you hate dogs."
Looks like another visit to the counselor's office.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Alone In A Hotel Bar
Posted by Snag at 10:05 PM
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...he doesn't like your music...
What? You like Nickelback?
What kind of a father are you???
To be honest, I'm not sure where that one came from. There's plenty for him to dislike about me, but my music? In that, my taste is impeccable.
And what about that post about... was it, Annie?? How can he think you don't like dogs after that?
You hot dog hater!!!
You should be arrested.
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