[15] America and coming out to Dad (on Father’s day)

Quickie update. Flight got swapped to an earlier date (my dad’s the pilot, so when his schedule changed, mine did too), so I’m NOW IN SAN FRANCISCO. The weather is gorgeous, everything looks like a movie set, and the hills are brutal. I may have hamstringed myself just going out for coffee. (Dad and I [...]

[12] Follow up.

Thank you to the several friends who pointed out that I managed to subtly suggest the STP I left at my dad’s house was a vibrator. That made the whole thing so much less awkward. *facepalm* Anyway, I have now retrieved my “pink thing”, as my dad has dubbed it, with no further questions from [...]

[10] In which DK is a total moron.

Dad: [on the phone] Did you leave your toothbrush here? DK: I don’t think so… [moment of horrible realization] Are you looking at a pink case? Dad: Yeah. Actually, it’s a bit bigger than a toothbrush– DK: DON’T LOOK IN IT. It’s, uh, a fairly personal… feminine… thing. I’ll pick it up tomorrow. Dad: [puzzled, [...]