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Thursday, April 20, 2006

This conversation actually happened with my dad. The one in italics are the exact words that he used. The rest was conjured up to be as closely as possible to the actual conversation had:

One fine morning:

Dad: So.. you and xxxx gone case already?
Me: ...... uh.. huh....
Dad: Oh..... if like this good. Actually, I would congratulate you.
Me: .................................................
Dad: Yeah, with him your life will be suffering. Because he is like those happy go lucky those kind...
Me: ..................................................
Dad: At least yyyyyyy is better. With xxxx its so mismatched. You are like a princess with a frog. At least yyyyyyy is taller.
Me: HUH? Taller... *speechless*

For those who dont know me better. I dont go for looks, height, etc. So that came as a total shock. I think my parents has some height issues.




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