SO My dad is in the midst of some strange mid-life ‘TRY NEW THINGS’ season. He is volunteering in a local kindergarten class. He joined the zoning board in my parent’s small town. He’s organizing a clean up of the walking trails in my parent’s subdivision. He’s going to bike across the country this summer. He started a blog.
His latest thing? He’s decided to learn how to do a cartwheel.
(This is what happens when your kids all move out, I guess?)
And he hired a cartwheel coach.
(I can’t even.)
Tonight he tried to set me up with his cartwheel coach…
KA: Where do you find a cartwheel coach?
KA’S DAD: I called the circus.
KA’S DAD: I thought he’d be some old hippie, but he’s not. He’s actually really hot. And your age. It’s too bad you don’t live here or I’d set you guys up.
KA: Dad, I don’t want to date your cartwheel coach.
KA’S DAD: He’s really good looking. Has great arms. Like if I liked men…
KA: Please stop.
KA’S DAD: And he’s a computer engineer. You should marry an engineer. They make good husbands.
KA: I thought he worked for the circus.
KA’S DAD: No, that’s just a side thing. He volunteers at the circus.
KA: Oh, well that changes everything.
KA’S DAD: Do you want me to figure out a way to show him your picture? You should probably send me an updated one…
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