My parents always had a way of finding things out. Besides my mom’s intuition/bloodhound detective skills, we had intercoms throughout our house that my parents would “neglect to turn off” when I had sleepovers. They knew all about the boys I had crushes on and how they couldn’t care less, they knew all the dares I had to carry out or the truths I had to tell, they knew if I didn’t like a teacher. I remember one particular sleepover in fifth or sixth grade where I was telling my best friend, Ashlea, that I thought I needed to start wearing a bra…my mom took me bra shopping two days later. Coincidence?
But, let’s face it, I’m 25 now. Don’t worry, Dad, I am every bit the lady that you and Mom raised me to be. As a matter of fact, that whole philosophy of life that you two lended down to me is a huge factor in my personal approach to life and the background on this blog…however, sometimes we need to turn the intercom down a few notches.
If the NSFD, pops up in the title, dad…just know that Not Safe For Dad means proceed at your own risk.
P.S. I love you. And tell mom to send cookies 🙂