I am spending some long overdue time with my dad in New Jersey this weekend. He’s been riddling me with questions about my new living arrangements…and is, well, less than thrilled about what’s happening.
(I told him to join the club.)

We got in the car this afternoon on an errand to Cosco.
He looked down towards his feet.

Do you use this on the ex?!

His tone was half-joking, half-serious.

I looked in his direction, not being really sure what he was referring to – he pulled up a cinder block, a small one about the same size as a brick. And I giggled.

No! Of course, I don’t.
I bought that ages ago to stabilize a book shelf that was rocking too much. I just haven’t officially unpacked it from the car to store it in the garage.

Oh.
He sounded disappointed.