haha, papa.
my dad’s become the regular joke of the house. it’s pretty funny actually, so i’m not complaining!
only he #1 attempts to use the autospell function on his phone then does it the manual way and then gets mad and wonders why the words don’t come out right, #2 talks with someone at a party and asks for the person’s name and where he lives twice during the half hour conversation (in the car after that we laughed a lot at this. tried to help dad come up with non-embarrassing ways to ask for someone’s name again: a) <mum> err, can you spell your name for me please? [how hard is it to spell 'simon'??] so, b) <dad> err, ha! so, can you spell your name backwards?), #3.1 takes his popiah skin during dinner and covers the lower half of his face and goes “eh, like arabian women.” and then #3.2 proceeds to bite two holes in it (presumably for the eyes) so he can wear it like a mask and then, #3.3 puts it in his mouth and let the the other half down and goes, “olddd maaan, olddd maaan”… he’s so funny!
nineteen years of being married. so that’s how you liven things up. (haha, haha, haha haha!)
my dad’s really dear, at any rate. i’m glad he’s not all stiff and stuffy and no fun at all.
(:
school tomorrow, no school on tuesday!
