Me & Dad in Guatemala, 2008.
I must preface this post with the following:
- I love my dad.
- My dad cracks my shiz up.
- My dad is generally tech/computer-savvy.
- My dad always starts e-mails with “Dear Amy” and ends them with “Love, Dad.”
Today I was chatting on Google talk with my dad about some stuff he’s helping me sell on Craigslist. It made me remember how the first instant message conversation I ever had with him went (AOL IM FTW).
Me: hey dad, I’m coming home this weekend from school. Can you let mom know?
Dad: Dear Amy, That sounds like a plan. We will see you then. What time do you think you’ll get here? Love, Dad.Me: um it’ll be after class and depending on traffic past chicago…. maybe after dinner ish?Dad: Dear Amy: We will wait for you. Love, Dad.
Giggle.