So, way back when I was younger, my parents used to be friends with this gay couple, and one of the guys had my dad’s first name.
We used to make Thing 1 and Thing 2 jokes when they got together.
So, back before cell phones were a thing, I was looking for my dad’s work number and I was looking through the address book when I saw a phone number with his name next to it.
I called the number and asked for my dad. The guy that answered asked who I was and I said “This is his daughter.” The poor guy sounded confused, but passed the phone over. The voice that came next wasn’t right, so I said “Dad?”
He said “Um, I don’t think so. Who is this?”
I said “I might have the wrong number. Is this <Dad’s first and last name>?”
He let out the most relieved “OH!” I have ever heard and began laughing. Then he told me who he was and boy did *I* feel like an ass. But we both had a good laugh over it. Thankfully, he also had my father’s work number handy.
I have no idea why I suddenly remembered that story tonight, but it’s been keeping me awake. Every time I start to drift off I remember it and start giggling.
6 porn blogs followed me just today. Sure is a good thing tumblr went through that purge and got rid of all that nasty adult content! THAT sure got rid of the pronbot problem!
But I’ve just spent Christmas, New Years Eve AND New Years making big feasts for his smoked meats. (Ham, ribs, and turkey for the record. ALL delicious AS always!)
And then he asks me “Do you want to do dinner Friday or skip it?” I was just like “Dear god! Haven;t you seen ENOUGH of me for the week?!! Eat your damn leftovers!!”
On a happier note, I made the best god damn devilled eggs in existence tonight. Made an ENTIRE dozen eggs just for the two of us and not a single one made it to the leftover tupperware. No idea where they disappeared to. LMAO
