I gave my dad my blog address about two hours ago. I spent the last two hours wondering just how many times I’ve typed ass, hell,damn, or some variation thereof since I’ve started this thing.
Dad’s a pretty cool guy, so I think he’ll handle it ok. Still, I’m a bit wary. Time to scroll back through the old posts and make sure I didn’t say anything too incriminating.
Dinner was fabulous, our server was not. Mr. Aggie only tipped 15%, which is a big slap in the face as far as he’s concerned. However, since that’s a pretty standard rate most people probably don’t notice. It makes him feel better, though.
Now he’s going to watch a movie I have no interest in (Death Race) and I didn’t even put up a fight at blockbuster since we both know I’ll be passed out and drooling on myself in about thirty minutes. Good times.