You can’t breathe on the moon!

I had the worst night at work ever. Doing the close shift on a Saturday night anywhere just plain sucks. I was attacked by flannel wearing (ARGHHHHHH) teenagers who tried to steal my mop and I got out of work half an hour late. Suffice to say, I wasn’t quite happy when my dad picked me up.

Then all of a sudden, he says “If we had a telescope, we could see the stars up close. And the flying rocks.”

“Um, what flying rocks?”

“You know, the flying rocks. The ones that move at six hundred kilometres an hour,” He chuckles, and hearing my dad laugh is a mood lifter. I’m pretty sure he was talking about asteroids, but trying to correct my dad is impossible, because he’ll just keep calling them flying rocks no matter what.

“And you know, the moon is really cold, it’s all ice.”

“Dad, I don’t think the moon is ice. It’s just a big rock. Why, do you want to go to the moon?”

“Why would I want to go to the moon? You can’t breathe on the moon!” He does his cute chuckle thing and then says “You know, you have to wear special suits so you stay warm, and you can turn yourself upside down!” He laughs like a child chasing a butterfly and I know my bad mood has drifted away because of random space talk from my father. Ain’t no yobbos wearing flannel going to spoil my entire night anymore.

Posted 2 months, 3 weeks ago → Categories: family and friends

  1. # Marilyn, 2 months, 3 weeks ago.

    haha, that is priceless!

  2. # Noellium, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    That made me grin. Hooray for random space talk! ^_^

  3. # Kycoo, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    Haha, your dad is so cute! :D

  4. # Amanda, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    You know, your dad’s not far off. Over the next week (or two, or whatever, I forget), the last traces of Haley’s Comet is going to pass by Earth. If you hang outside between 2am and 5am, you’ll see what looks like shooting stars…

  5. # Holly, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    Flying rocks!? WTF!? o.O

  6. # experiment-fatso, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    Haha. That sounds adorable. My dad doesn’t talk of random subjects. He opts to confuse me instead. Like this time he came into my room semi-frantically asking me where mum was and faking stupidity. He chuckles that I should’ve seen my face. >_> Watching me rushing around the house like a mad goose looking for someone is a brilliant form of entertainment… or so he says.

  7. # Xuan, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    1-2-3: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

    No really! That’s adorable. ^_^ Wish my father were that funneh, ehh. =.=”

  8. # Tracey, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    He’s a priceless moon rock, my dad is :D

  9. # Tracey, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    Pity I don’t hang around during 2 and 5 or I’d go out and watch with my dad, I suppose.

  10. # Tracey, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    :O My parents say it’s heaps funny when I freak out like a headless chicken too. How cruel of your dad!

  11. # Tracey, 2 months, 2 weeks ago.

    Ehhhhhhh dd= I’ll let you borrow my dad for a day? :P

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