Thursday, April 15, 2010

dr. freud, your slip is showing

Critics of my taste in men, beware: I am lobbing you some very easy balls here.

Strong evidence in favor of my alleged daddy complex: This morning I sent a text to my father. Only . . . I was underslept. It was barely eight in the morning. And "Dad Cell" beginning, as it does, with the letter 'D', well, I sent it to the G.I.Q. instead.

Yes, it was embarrassing. It included the phrase "greatest dad in the whole world," a reference to my fear that he might be "getting sick of me" and—worst of the worst—a graphical smiley face.

Ohgod.

Imagine the pee-curdling panic that ensued when I discovered my mistake. Imagine.

I am duly mortified.

We, the G.I.Q. and I, take one step forward and two steps back.

5 comments:

bard said...

Who's yer daddy?

Phoenix said...

OUCH. Girl, I feel your pain...

Kathleen said...

Ha Ha! Oh, I'm so sorry. That's so terrible but also funny in a TV Sit-Com kinda way.

Scarlet-O said...

Erp.

Hannah Miet said...

The smiley face really is what makes it....

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