Dad: I bought some new albums from iTunes last night
Mum: That’s very technomological of you
Dad: I just can’t work out how I paid for them
I am rolling my eyes
Mum: Well they can’t be free can they?
My eyes are about to fall out of my head
Dad: Dunno, it didn’t ask me for any money
I can’t help myself at this point
Me: Dad, I set you up an iTunes account over a year ago. It’s linked to Mum’s credit card. Every time you buy a song or album from iTunes, Mum’s credit card gets charged for it
Dad: Really? Cool – I’m going back online to buy shitloads more now
Mum: You’re welcome
I know this conversation is not overly weird to you
Please keep in mind that we have this SAME conversation on EVERY tour
And every tour Dad gets excited at the thought of shopping with Mum’s credit card
And every time Mum says you’re welcome
Does this mean they’re getting old?
Is this like the first sign?
I don’t reckon I have to start worrying about them until they start to smell like powdered milk
And wet farts
Ha ha ha, very funny, but my story’s worse. We’re in the caravan for the weekend and my old man gets up at 3:30am. Then I hear this
Tap tap whirr DING
Tap tap whirr DING (Sigh)
Tap tap whirr DING
@#!%$^# Tap tap…..
ME: WTF are you doing?
HIM: I’m trying to heat up my wheat bag and I can’t get this %$#@&^% microwave to go for 3 minutes.
ME: Well maybe if you added a couple of zeros after the 3 that might help!
HIM: Oh……. tap tap tap
HIM: (5 minutes later) Are you awake?
ME: Yes sweetie (that’s not really what I said but you get the idea)
HIM: I put my donger in and nothing happened.
ME: I’m sorry you’re having a problem honey but can we discuss this some other time, like when I’m awake!
HIM: What??? No not that, I’m trying to get on the internet and I can’t get my donger to work.
ME: %$@*%$#^$@!&*^$%!@#$
30 minutes later, after I have set up the connection for him, shown him how to get on EBay and opened his Email because he couldn’t find that either and finally got back to sleep…
Tap tap tap whirr DING
HIM: What? My wheat bag’s gone cold on me.
It’s not the only thing honey!!!
I reckon it’s either the aged home for him or the mental home for me. Either one sounds good at the moment.
xx
You win Kat! x
🙂