NOT JUST DONUTS
So tonight I had a belated Father's Day dinner with my dad. He is a funny and adorable man. (Hi Dad!) I write Hi Dad because there is a possibility he will read this since he was 'given permission'. Here is the blow by blow of tonight's conversation in so many words:
D: So...I am allowed to read your...blog?
K: Yes Dad.
D: But I thought it was private.
K: No Dad.
D: I think your mother reads it.
K: Yes Dad. (Hi Mom!)
D: Oh ok.
K: But you have a lot of reading to do. To catch up. I've been blogging since November 2001.
D: Since November? Wow.
K: No Dad. Since November 2001. So you have a lot of reading to do.
D: Well...I look forward to reading Not Just Donuts!
K: Um...well great. Maybe when you're done reading that you can read my blog...MORE THAN DONUTS.
D: Oh! Ha. Whoops.
Whoever she is-Not Just Donuts-I'm sure she is far more interesting. But I'm sorta glad we cleared that up before he read all about some random person's life thinking it was me.
On a side note I have had a BUSY WEEK. I am TIRED. Tomorrow I board a 4 hr bus to visit my best friend with twins that are 7 months old. MY FRIEND HAD A BABY. TWO OF THEM. Oh my lord. My life seems so surreal sometimes. Perhaps not as surreal as E's who writes a very surreal email from his hotel in Las Vegas where he is visiting with his dad.
"I lost a button on my sport coat when it got caught on one of the metal boxes on the strip which give away the newspapers with hookers' telephone numbers. No i was not picking one up. I was just walking around slow fat assed midwesterners gawking at the stupid pirate show ("arr, matey!") they have with fireworks in front one of the other
Stay tuned for more. I miss you. Hopefully as much as you miss me.