After dinner, I’m walking back to my room and my dad pokes his head into the hall and says, “Hey Stacey, have you heard of Torchwood?”
“I’ve been looking at books to download for my Kindle and they keep recommending me Torchwood books. What is it?”
“Uhh… It’s a spin-off of Doctor Who. Real cheesy sci-fi. That sort of stuff.”
“Oh. Okay then, thanks.”
Dad knows about Torchwood now… Please don’t watch the show and then ask awkward questions about Ianto and Jack.
He walks around the house with the kitchen timer around his neck yelling “FLAVA FLAV!”
In the first batch of books he put on his Kindle, there were Sarah Silverman’s and Chelsea Handler’s books. “I’m really excited to read Chelsea Handler’s!”
These alone are good reasons to love my dad, but then at the same time he calls Facebook “Myfacespace” and the iPad “iPatch”.
Thanks everyone for staying with me through my first spam! I feel like a real adult now.