Thursday, December 08, 2005

Backhanded Compliment

I’m not the smartest person on the planet, by any means, but for the time being it seems I’ve got my kids snookered into thinking I’m OK in the smarty-pants department. Right now I’ve been given the benefit of the doubt about certain pieces of information. Like Geometry, all things computer related and as it turns out, band names. Just last night a song came on the radio and Reha didn’t happen to know who sang it. She said, “you should ask Dad, he’ll probably know.” And Carrie said, “yeah he knows stuff like that,” and Lucas followed with “Dad knows tons of stuff.”

Reha told me later that she resisted blurting out, “Yeah, but Dad only knows useless things.”

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Holy Crap! Look at all this STUFF down here. It's awesome!

 

Really, I'm glad you made it down here. Almost no one ever comes down here. I'm like in a freaking dungeon down here. I get lonely. But not you. YOU made it all the way to the end of the page. For this I think I've a little crush on you. I don't know, is "love" to strong a word to use in this situation? Well, if it's not "love," then it's very strong "like." I'm totally in like with you for coming down here. You are awesome. Please love me back! I know, I know, I shouldn't be all needy, it's not attractive at all, but you don't know how it is to be stuck down here. Who scrolls all the way to the end of a page anymore these days? Anyway, thanks for shedding some light down here in the depths. I appreciate it. Shoot me an email and I'll send you a dollar, OK?

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