Time and Place: Sunday evening, dinner at a Mexican restaurant
Participants: Daddy, Annie, and Me
Conversation:
Daddy: Randy, what’s a blog?
Me: It’s short for weblog.
Daddy: But, what is it?
Me: Um, it’s sort of like an on-line diary. There are political blogs, writing blogs, wine blogs…
Daddy (shaking head): But, what are they for?
Me: Well…writers use them to build a fan base—to keep their fans up-to-date on their upcoming books and stuff.
Daddy: Are they free?
Me (unsuccessful at keeping my mouth shut): Yep. Um, I happen to have one.
Daddy (uncertain smile): You do?
Me: (praying) If you still have that business card I gave you, the address is on it.
Daddy: Really?
Me (quickly doing a mental catalog of over 200 posts): I wasn’t sure you should read it.
Daddy: Does anyone want another margarita?
So, there you have it. Did he go home, dig out the card, and seek out my blog? Probably not. Would I wither and die if he did? Probably not. Outside of a few swear words, I don’t THINK I’ve written much to offend him. But, just to be on the safe side, maybe I’d better read EVERY SINGLE POST again.
Oh, the hell—er, heck—with it. There aren’t many things about my life I haven’t told him. (I’m pretty sure he knows I’ve had sex even though I’ve never been married.) And, I’d love for him to read what I wrote about him on Father’s Day.
On second thought, maybe I’ll paste it into an email.
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LOL...just thinking of all the topics that one "could" blog on...and doesn't...because who knows who might be reading is enough to make ya cringe! Then again, I distinctly remember the Father's Day post, and he would LOVE it. And probably even forgive for the occasional swear-word-transgression.
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