"Sarah, come look at this wreck!"
So, want to know how much of a nerd my dad is?
Today was the Indy 500. (My dad grew up in Indianapolis and is a big race fan.) So, he recorded it on our satellite, and watched it, AND he put a radio up on the back of the couch and would mute the TV during commercials and turn on the radio instead so that he could still hear what was going on in the race. And if I came in to say something to him, he'd pause the race and ask me to repeat what I'd just said. And when Sam called to ask him about a computer problem, my dad told him he couldn't help right then. Wow...
Oh, and you want to know what's great? When you mess up on a colored piece of paper and put white-out over your mistake, only to realize that the big white-out splotch looks ten times more tacky than just a simple scribble would have looked. I hate when that happens.
Today was the Indy 500. (My dad grew up in Indianapolis and is a big race fan.) So, he recorded it on our satellite, and watched it, AND he put a radio up on the back of the couch and would mute the TV during commercials and turn on the radio instead so that he could still hear what was going on in the race. And if I came in to say something to him, he'd pause the race and ask me to repeat what I'd just said. And when Sam called to ask him about a computer problem, my dad told him he couldn't help right then. Wow...
Oh, and you want to know what's great? When you mess up on a colored piece of paper and put white-out over your mistake, only to realize that the big white-out splotch looks ten times more tacky than just a simple scribble would have looked. I hate when that happens.