I hate that question. Nothing good ever is said after those words. My heart always spends up just a little bit and my stomach jumps.

My dad pulled those words on me at dinner tonight. I sat there thinking what in the world could be that awkward that he needs to start a question with a question. The last time this happened it ended on awkward terms with a guy. Like 50 possibilities of what he wanted to know started in my head, ranging from guys in my life to something about my sister. I sat there pondering this and with a cautions yes i agreed. And what did the question end up being??? It was about the DVR!!!!! Thanks dad.

Don’t ask me a question with a preface of “Can I ask you a question?”

Thanks