Friday, March 27, 2009

I'm sitting upstairs watching TV, and I can hear my dad talking to the dog.
I don't know, maybe its just me, but there is something truly truly hilarious about a grown man talking to a dog. Especially the way my dad does it:

Dad: How was your day, Oscar?
Oscar: (silence)
Dad: Mine was very tiring. I think I'm going to pour myself a drink now.
Oscar: (silence)
Dad: Do you know what Baisy (that's me) is doing?
Oscar: (silence)
Dad: I'll just go and see if she wants anything
Oscar: (silence)
Dad walks up the stairs
Dad: Baisy, do you want anything?
Me: No thanks Dad
Dad: Ok
Dad walks down the stairs
Dad: She didn't want anything
Oscar: (silence)
Dad: So. What do you want for dinner?

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