Popcorn and Opera

it's been foreverrrrrrrrrr........sorry. here goes. my exciting blog:

last night, while up in my room,i could here my dad downstairs singing opera. is this so odd....not particularly...for him anyway. is he an opera singer? well, no, but, it's my dad. i come down stairs to investigate and there, in the kitchen is my dad, screaming/singing opera, the dog...and throwing popcorn at her. the dog, either attributed to her lack of sense or the captivating singing of my father, has barely noticed the popcorn surrounding her, or even stuck to the top of her head back and dangling from her ears. that's what i get for owning a cocker spaniel- loyal to the end with a pea sized brain.

my dad sees me and we both sort of freeze,
"dad? are you...singing, and throwing popcorn at the dog?"

he kind of turns red...
"omfg...you're standing in the kitchen throwing popcorn at the dog..and singing"

then we both nearly piss ourselves laughing for about ten minutes.

at least living at home is entertaining?