Last night I went on a little date. Nuttin' too fancy, just East Side Mario's with a gal I've gone on a few dates with. She's really nice and pretty cool. We meet kinda halfway and usually spend a few hours over dinner and chat.
I was literally 2.34 minutes late last time so there was not way I was going to be late this time around. So I went into town early, gassed up the ole CRV, gave her a top o the line wash and headed over to Marios and arrived 15 minutes early!
After arriving I waited in the parking lot for a few minutes answering DMs and surfing. The usual, or the ewge as the young folk say. Even too lazy to say the whole word now I guess :P Whatevs.
So as I am sitting there, minding my own business a text comes in. From my daughter Abby.
I have no daughter Abby. Not that I know of anyway. She was asking me to leave the back door open because she was running late getting her nails done.
I didn't want her to be fatherless and I definitely did not want her to feel unloved. So I did the best I could under the circumstances and under time pressure to meet my date. Hopefully Abby will send me a pic of her nails that I can share with you as well.
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