My Dad Reads Something I've Written

So, my dad has been hinting around for weeks now about how curious he is about Tiny Cat Pants and I've been coy about giving him permission to read it. Obviously, he can read it without my permission, but the unspoken family rule has always been that if you sneak to do something, you must, forever and ever, pretend you haven't done it. So, he may be reading already, but I'll never know. But anyway, I sent him a link to Nashville is Talking so that he could satisfy his curiosity about this whole blogging thing without poking around here. And so he called me up to tell me what he thought. And you know what? He also loves Rex L. Camino and thinks he's funny as hell and, I think, ended up spending more time reading Camino's blog than mine. I don't know if that tickles me or hurts my feelings.