isn't it ironic...don't you think?

In my rush to sing the praises of the Luther, I forgot this little gem from Sunday afternoon.

I was grudgingly watching the Super Bowl, and my cell phone rang. I grabbed it and took it upstairs so as not to disturb G.

“Hello?”

“Hey, little Ro.”

“Oh, hey, Dad…what’s up?”

“Well, I just got back from seeing Brokeback Mountain, and I have a question for you.”

So I answered his question (which I won’t repeat here, as it’s a spoiler), chatted for a few more minutes, and then returned downstairs.

It was only today that I realized how bizarre this truly was…

While I was watching the Super Bowl, my father was watching Brokeback Mountain.

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