Ahh. What a busted weekend.
I used up all my “things to do” so now I’m pretty stuck. Noon on a Saturday and nothing to do. Mmmm……perhaps a road trip?
Didn’t finish watching Burn After Reading. It’s good so far, but as all Cohen Bros films, a little more thinkin’ than I was into at the moment.
Actually, TV is kind of the last thing on the list of “things to do” – I’m spending far more time taking pictures and fooling around on the PC.
Kind of numbs the grief.
I guess I’ll go ahead and bust out the funny story. I think it’s funny anyway. If you don’t – I apologize in advance for the two minutes that you will waste reading it. I hope it’s only two minutes anyway.
Okay, so, a while back, I blogged about how my ten year old daughter could forge my signature. This was probably a year or so ago. At the time, it wasn’t a big deal, I thought it was funny. She gets assignments at school that I have to sign that I saw that she did them. So as a joke one day, she says, “I’ll sign it” and forges my name. I have to say, it was pretty close to my signature. Which I thought was pretty amusing. So, I go ahead and sign my REAL signature next to it to show that hers is a forge and mine is real.
Time to digress and mention that my signature is VERY “swoopy”. It has also been mistaken for a doctor’s signature for it’s apparent unreadability. My ex-wife says that I practiced it long and hard because I wanted to have a distinctive signature. I don’t recall it, but much of the 90’s was a stoner haze. I’d love to take a picture of it (picture-tastic!) but I’m not going to put a picture of my signature for the internet. That would be pretty stupid.
Time passes.
Time passes.
Thursday night, my daughter is telling me something that she intends to no longer do, and swears that she will no longer do it. I said, “Okay, then I’ll make you sign for it”. She had recently got an erasable whiteboard, so we went to it, and I started writing on it and provide a line for her to sign.
SHE SIGNS WITH MY SWOOPY SIGNATURE
I’m like, “What the hell is that?? That’s MY name!” – thinking she’s joking.
She says, “No, that’s how I sign my name now”.
So, if that was the setup, here’s my punchline:
MY DAUGHTER APPROPRIATED MY SWOOPY SIGNATURE.
Her name is almost the same as mine – begins with the same letter, has the same number of vowels, and has an added consonant. So I can see how she could use my signature, but I had NOT realized that she was signing her name like mine since the year or so ago when we figured out she could fake it.
I made her resign in a different way – she added her middle initial so that there was no confusion.
It is too much of a trip.
My “tween” is growing up in ways that I would never have even expected. I’m pretty oddball, and she’s very unique.
In most respects, we’re probably considered “hipster” parents. I don’t really pay attention.
