Good Talk

HEY GUYZ!

Blogging has been slow lately because once a month I suffer from a painful affliction where I... lead a really boring life.

Here is an anecdote to make it up to you:

A few days ago I found myself trapped in another painfully awkward conversation with my father, as I often do.

I suppose it stemmed from the fact I insinuated he was too old to appreciate the social advances that technology has brought to our lives.

I say this mostly because any sort of conundrum I find myself in my dad describes as being due to "That damn social media!" (Even if the issue was the vending machine taking my money, but IT PROBABLY HAD TO TO WITH FACEBOOK.)

Anyway, I guess I've managed to offend him.

"I KNOW HOW TO TEXT," he says. I know this much at least because sometimes he texts me at school saying internet broken. please fix.

To prove the aformentioned point to me, he lets me know that "Your mother and I sext all the time."

Dear god, no.

My mother pipes up: "Since when did we sext?"

"When you were away in the summer we sexted all the time," he says.

My mom scoffs, "What, like me telling you I miss you?"

A-HA! Mother-burn!

While writing this down in hindsight the situation seems funny, but at the time I wanted to NIP THIS CRAZINESS IN THE BUD, and I tell my father I don't want to hear them talk about sexting (for the love of all that is righteous and good.)

"Well did you use winky faces?" - Larissa

"I don't know how to make the winky face on my phone." - Father

"THEN IT ISN'T SEXTING. OKAY? GOOD TALK." - Larissa

AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?

Y'know how some teen abstinence groups like to use the phrase "Sex changes everything"? Yeah, pretty sure winky face changes everything too. ;)

SEE? NOW ALL MY BLOG READERS THINK I WANNA BONE.
AND THE PIC ISN'T RELATED.