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In our library, which basically functions as both my dad's office and the living room (the TV is in there), my dad's big desk backs up against the couch, which faces the TV. So I'm sitting on the couch, watching Hell's Kitchen and reading A Local Habitation on my Kindle for PC app (without my knitting I'm pretty likely to be actually using my laptop as a laptop while I'm watching TV), when my dad goes, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm...reading a novel?"

"Oh, huh. Because I can see it from here."

(My dad has much better eyesight than me. Well, let me clarify that: I am really, really nearsighted. My dad is pretty farsighted.)

"DAAAAAAAD didn't your mother ever teach you it was rude to read over someone's shoulder?"

"I was just testing my eyesight! *reads a line from the book*"

"...you're lucky I wasn't reading anything...inappropriate."

Gods know what he thinks of the endless parade of Hobbit pics that I'd been scrolling through on my Tumblr dash a couple minutes before.