Wow, I didn't even think about that. I just thought "Let's Get It On" is a weird song choice to sing to any family member! Now, it is extra weird.

I spent most Saturday nights in college watching that damn A&E crime block (I was very hip back then). Once, my boyfriend at the time and I were watching American Justice and he slowly realized the preschool he went to had once been under investigation for subjecting the children to satanic rituals in underground…

Ted Danson, hells yes. I dig that Cro-Magnon brow.

DONNA MARTIN DIVORCES!

*gasp* An Ann Miller gif! She was my fave.

Yikes, I don't want to eat angry food! Sounds like it would revolt against my stomach lining.

San Francisco. But I'll dedicate my next vocal interpretation of "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It" to you across the country.

Yeah, my friends and I love the box. You don't have to deal with another terrible rendition of "Don't Stop Believin'" by a stranger and you get to be in total control all night. We usually start just one or two people singing but the night always devolves into a magical drunken group singalong.

I went to box karaoke with a group one night and one woman was so shy but we lulled her into it by having shout just the "TIIIIIIIN ROOF! Rusted" part of "Love Shack" and then she realized how fun karaoke is and sang the rest of the night.

"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex

It was nice of them to try, anyway.

If the dads had beer and disco at mine, it may have been a lot more fun!

Why, WHY didn't I listen?!

See, there was no booze at this thing. I'm sure my dad would have appreciated a beer :P

Yeah, it was definitely early elementary school but I was a cranky party pooper even back then so I was just not into it. Plus, they did the bunny hop which is not only already terrible, but it meant you either had a hold a stranger dad's waist or a stranger dad had to hold yours. Uncomfortable!

I went to a innocent father-daughter dance when I was a Girl Scout and *that* was too much for me. I love my dad, but I don't want to date him. Ick. Ick ick.

Hahaha. My mom eventually got me an American Girl-esque doll from Costco for Hanukkah which I will now refer to as Kirkland Signature's Female from the United States.

I loved that stupid Pleasant Company catalog. Those dolls were not a financial priority in my family but I loved going through the catalog and picking what I *would* want.

SAME. I could not figure it out either. Before I watched it, I was like "Why would a cute young thing like Keira Knightley wind up with him—this is another instance of Hollywood pairing up a blah blah blah..." but even in the beginning of the movie, I was like BACK OFF KEIRA, HE'S MINE.

That's how it worked in my family when my parents got divorced. I never lived with my dad but that's what worked best for everyone. We've always had a great relationship. Suck it, Fathers4Justice.