Lunch with Dad
Nov. 13th, 2004 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpSo I drove down to Rhode Island to eat lunch with my dad, and it was so ridiculous because he spent like two hours of my visit dragging me through Best Buy in Attleboro so he could pore through every single DVD in the store. One would think he could go to Best Buy alone, but noooooo. So I dragged my sorry, coughing butt down to RI in the snow and ended up going shopping. I loathe shopping. Afterwards we went to Friendly's because my father decided he /needed/ a coffee shake. He ended up having two. However, I got a sundae so it is all good.
While we were waiting for our table at Friendly's (who has to wait at Friendly's? sheesh! what, is the Attleboro Friendly's like the COOL place to go on a Saturday?), my father said something about Jen and referred to her as my girlfriend. I asked him what he was going to call her when we got married and he didn't have an answer for a minute and then said, "What do you want me to call her, your significant other?" I was like, "Umm, my wife," and he laughed and got uncomfortable and said no, /I/ would be /her/ wife! When I asked what that made Jen, he did some weird mumbling about how there has to be a femme and a 'butchie' and maybe I would be the 'tough one.' (But I'm guessing since I would be the 'wife,' probably not.)
Aaah, Dad. Whatever is he going to do when my Jennifer has a baby? Maybe then he'll stop calling her a lumberjack.
(Oh, and my parking spot was open when I returned! No trash can needed!)
While we were waiting for our table at Friendly's (who has to wait at Friendly's? sheesh! what, is the Attleboro Friendly's like the COOL place to go on a Saturday?), my father said something about Jen and referred to her as my girlfriend. I asked him what he was going to call her when we got married and he didn't have an answer for a minute and then said, "What do you want me to call her, your significant other?" I was like, "Umm, my wife," and he laughed and got uncomfortable and said no, /I/ would be /her/ wife! When I asked what that made Jen, he did some weird mumbling about how there has to be a femme and a 'butchie' and maybe I would be the 'tough one.' (But I'm guessing since I would be the 'wife,' probably not.)
Aaah, Dad. Whatever is he going to do when my Jennifer has a baby? Maybe then he'll stop calling her a lumberjack.
(Oh, and my parking spot was open when I returned! No trash can needed!)
