Uh, so, awhile back when I first got my new computer, my dad was showing me a joke e-mail he received. I liked it, and since I was too lazy to go get my flash drive, I asked if he could just e-mail it to me. He did.
Now I'm getting a bunch of strange and typically random e-mails from my parents (a bunch of ones about Christian-related stuff, but they feel more like junk mail than stuff I'd actually care about).
The problem: I still live here. In the same house. My room is the nearest one to their computer, and yet they prefer sending me all this stuff I don't care about, or even if it is something I would care about, they do this instead of calling me to get up, walk to their computer, and see what it is.
Well, yeah, just thought that was interesting. =|