You're sharp, dude.

I walked out of the office yesterday and got into the car. I notice Daddy is looking at me, smiling instead of pulling away from the sidewalk.
"What?"
"Cold in the office?" he asks.
I look down and start laughing. "Dude, what are you, like twelve? DRIVE!"
That's why I love you, dear.



***And can I just say a Fuck You to blogger. I could not get the page up since I came to work this morning. It's a miracle it's letting me post now. Let's see if this even publishes...