A word to the wise: 
If ever you should ask for interest from a Parental Unit, be prepared for a positive response. My dad is coming over to use my Internet and check out this blog today. It’s totally making me nervous.
I know. I’m a grownup. He loves me just the way I am. But still, at the very least I should fix any leftover typos and grammatical errors. It’ll be good for me, build my character, and after all, who doesn’t sleep better in a tidy literary house?
<scroll, mouse clicks, spell check, etc.>
Ack! Smut! I forgot about the smut! What the hell was I thinking when I wrote this post? For a blog that’s supposed to be all about writing, there’s an awful lot of half-naked hunks in these pages.
Mind you that’s a very nice photo of Daniel. Yes, very nice…
But what do I do, now that Dad’s on his way? Do I want to do anything? Should I self-censor? Would I have any actual readers if I just deleted a few pics?
<pant, panic, pant>
DINGDONG
“Dad! Nice to see you! Come in, come in.”
<expansive gesture>
“Make yourself at home… What’s that, about the Internet? Oh, sad news, tragic really: we’ve got a nasty virus. Had to take the computer in to the Geek Squad. Guess you’ll have to websurf another time.”
<cross fingers>
” What’s that? You’ll just go to the library after our visit? Oh, I should have specified. I picked up the virus from the WordPress site after they lost my entire blog. Yes, what a crying shame…”
<pause, cover smile by turning away>
“Coffee? Tea? Crumpet?”
I am a Dad, and a fairly old one. I am happy my kids get to have fun being young. I know I did.
All us old folks preach to be responsible. I am that, and that is good, but the truth is also that we are too old to get in any trouble.
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“Too old to get in any trouble” All I can say is, you don’t know my dad. 🙂 (I’m kidding.)
But I appreciate the moral support. Despite joking about it, I think for most people its harder to perform for loved ones than to an audience of anonymous strangers. That’s certainly true of me.
I can relate to this post. I always cringe when my Mom reads something that I wrote that I could never say in front of her. I try not to think about it. 🙂
Yes, denial is a beautiful thing. It gets me through many unsavory moments. 🙂