Musings at Altitude

When I got home this evening, I asked my 14 year old if she read my blog today.  She is after all my #1 fan and I gauge my writing on her smile after she reads it.  But today she said, “I didn’t read it because it was about taxes and that’s boring.”

I now know that my 14 year old determines whether or not she reads my blog based on the title.  So from now on, I’ll have to have a sensational title to at least get her through the first paragraph or two.

PS. After dinner, my 14 year old asked if I wanted to see the new clothes she bought at the mall today.  I did what any good father would do and said sure even though I had no real interest.  A couple minutes later, she came into the kitchen in this itty bitty jean skirt that made me immediately pop, “you aren’t wearing that outside the house”, and then I looked at her Mom with an “ARE YOU NUTS!” kind of look.  These are the moments that a Dad dreads.  Till now, I didn’t need to worry about things like clothes with my 14 year old.  I guess now I need to buy a gun to clean.