Daddy Daughter. Thursday again. I scowl at his phone when it rings on Thursdays. Whoever that is knows what's up. Tell her she can call after 9 when Grey's is on and I'm not paying attention to him anyway. 5(ish)-8:59 is Daddy Daughter Day. Quit trippin.
Sometimes I get the impression I'm supposed to be embarassed to be living with my father... but I'm not. Before I moved here two years ago, we hadn't lived together since I was 13, when he and my mom separated. And prior to that, he'd been on the road incessantly with his job. So for the first time, my dad and I were living together full time. Well... now I'm the one with the job with the crazy hours so maybe still part time. No matter! I'm saving money (sometimes) and I like living with my father... most of the time.
Tonight after I bought dinner he said, "Thanks Jameil. I never thought my daughter would by me dinner." "Never? You never thought your daughter would buy you dinner??" (He has 3.) He said, "I never thought about it. I never thought my girls would grow up." Tell me that's not the most adorable thing ever. I wanted to pinch his cheeks. But instead I turned up the NWA. XM strikes again.