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
hotels."

Stay tuned for more. I miss you. Hopefully as much as you miss me.