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It has now been over twenty four hours since my fair state went all homo-wacky and just started handing out marriage licenses like they were Tic-Tacs. As of twenty minutes ago my marriage seems to be holding up quite well and my affection for the boobies continues undiminished.
On the other hand I just had this conversation with my daughter, the Lovely and Talented Casey, who is home for the summer from college:
Me: Off (from work) tomorrow?
L&TC: Yup.
Me: What are you going to do?
L&TC: Sleep in, go to the doctor…
Me: For what?
L&TC: Check my junk.
..at which point it dawned on me that there was some clear demarcation line that I must have missed somewhere along the line where we moved from "My daughter just said the cutest thing…" to "I wish I hadn’t just heard that."
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She said, ‘checkWhy didn’t youWell, if herNevermind. I got nothing.
I wish I had the ability to describe my chuckle. It was a deep-seated chuckle, born deep in the ribs and it rumbled somewhere in the ether for a split second before bubbling forth in a … well, a chuckle.
Sunrise, sunset…
she truly is her father’s child, I think we can look forward to another generation of snark and bassets
Dads seem to always think there’s something to worry about if a female has an appointment with a doctor. Quite often, especially in young women, that’s not the case.
In the future, assume that if you haven’t been consulted and/or informed already, it’s probably none of your business and something you’ll wish you hadn’t heard.
The L&TC is taking care of herself. Do your weeping quietly.
Although I like to think I am a modern, Enlightened Dad, I learned some years ago that there are some matters concerning my own L&T daughter (somewhat older that Casey) that must be dealt with in the Tent of the Women. Meanwhile, I gnaw bones, pound my chest, and boast of my hunting skills around the campfire with the warriors. Don’t ask, TBogg. You don’t want to know.
But does your woman walk with you when her mother comes visiting from her tribe in the plains?
As I usually am asked to share the results of my doctor visits with my family (and occasionally do so in more detail than strictly necessary – “it was this shade of green”), I usually don’t object to hearing the reason and results of their visits. It’s only fair, after all.
And I thought “check my junk” was a very cute way of putting it.
…we moved from “My daughter just said the cutest thing…” to “I wish I hadn’t just heard that.”
And THAT got me to wonderin’ what “Gnat” might’ve told Lileks just the other day…
Ah, yoot.
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“some clear demarcation line that I must have missed somewhere along the line”
I thought we already determined that happened at the “piss like a racehorse” incident.
so, did the 3 million daily Tbogg readers (5 million when Fenway appears) need to share in this as well?????
forgot to odd the tongue smiley ;P
I take it you won’t ask her how it went…
Hope the junk checks out OK.
I thought I was going to die laughing when Tbogg told about Casey’s colorful description of the reason for her trip to the doctor. I received a much less creative answer to my query as to the outcome of the visit, “The junk is good”…but that’s exactly what the mom of a beautiful 18-year-old girl wants to hear. All is well with the world.
I recall that in my day (late Pleistocene), all such doctor visits were accompanied with whispers and shame. I’m thrilled to see that the current generation has a much healthier atitude – I credit her parents, and of course the LTC as well.