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Sometimes My Dad Says Hilariously Terrible Things, Part 138924:
This is an actual real conversation we had yesterday.
DAD: Hey, honey! You look great. You look like you've been losing weight!
ME: Well, I hope so, since I've lost twelve pounds since Christmas and nearly thirty since I graduated from college.
DAD: WHAT! WOW! Thirty pounds? You're catching up with your sister!
My sister and I stare at him in horror.
ME: That's...not a thing you say to people.
(And then he followed it up with, "Well, Tessa liked it, amirite?" To which I replied, "No. No, she didn't." Tessa continued to look on in horror.)
(And, for the record, my sister is a skinny 15-year-old who I probably outweigh by a good fifty pounds. I don't even want to be as thin as her, because that would be unrealistic and unhealthy for someone of my age and body type. The idea that I am somehow competing with a tenth grader with, like, bird bones in the looks department is lolarious.)
This is an actual real conversation we had yesterday.
DAD: Hey, honey! You look great. You look like you've been losing weight!
ME: Well, I hope so, since I've lost twelve pounds since Christmas and nearly thirty since I graduated from college.
DAD: WHAT! WOW! Thirty pounds? You're catching up with your sister!
My sister and I stare at him in horror.
ME: That's...not a thing you say to people.
(And then he followed it up with, "Well, Tessa liked it, amirite?" To which I replied, "No. No, she didn't." Tessa continued to look on in horror.)
(And, for the record, my sister is a skinny 15-year-old who I probably outweigh by a good fifty pounds. I don't even want to be as thin as her, because that would be unrealistic and unhealthy for someone of my age and body type. The idea that I am somehow competing with a tenth grader with, like, bird bones in the looks department is lolarious.)