I must say, I like to think that I have a very good relationship with my dad. I won't get into all of the details now, so report back when I have to post about him on Father's Day or his birthday. For as close as we are, all father/daughter relationships have a limit. This was beyond the limit.

My most recent tweet reads: “You know it was a bad idea to see ‪#SausageParty with dad when you don’t laugh at half the jokes because you're looking to see if he’s laughing.”

Yes, I made a mistake. For the second time, I might add. When I was 16 my mother and I decided it would be fun to see “Neighbors” together. That was all fun and games until the frat brothers found a way to fund their parties and new pool.

It was a beautiful August night. My sisters were out with their friends and it was the last weekend I would be at home before I left for school. I had a long day at the new student orientation and my father had a long day working. So, when the other two children informed us of their plans, I came up with the idea to see a movie. And why not laugh with your dad about a bunch of talking food. Even better, it was talking, cursing food. Their eyes saw the horror of what happens when they leave the grocery store. Cheese is grated, potatoes are skinned alive, tomatoes are slices and hot dogs are stabbed in the back when they try to run away and hop out of the window.

I’ll admit, that running away and hopping out of the kitchen window seemed like a very good idea for my situation. If you forgot that was sitting next to my father while watching this movie. You see, the commercials, showed all of what I mentioned above. What they conveniently left out was that there’s a new movie out that even a nineteen-year-old girl should never see with her dad.

That’s right, ladies and gentleman (definitely not boys and girls), toilet cleaners were “sucking juices” out of dying juice boxes. There was a hot dog bun worrying about not being pure enough for the sausage because she got out of the plastic package she had always lived in. And then there was me, in row D, seat 12 with my dad in seat 13. I sat there praying to God that he still thinks I’m confused at what is going on, uninformed about what all of the jokes are about, and praying for my soul after every curse word in the book leaves the lips of the produce items.

I’ll admit, I should have seen it coming. Seth Rogan as the voice of a sausage, red flag. Ironically enough, Seth Rogan was in "Neighbors," which as I mentioned above, I saw with my mother. If you were to ask me what the first line of "The Great Gatsby" was, I wouldn’t have a clue. If you tried the first line of "Titanic," I’d return your question with an odd look. However, go ahead and ask me what the first line of “Sausage Party” was. That’s right. I know this one…

Shit.

The same word that was going through my head as I sat through this movie with my father by my side looking out of the corner of my eye. If he laughed, I’d laugh. And when unmentionable words were blurted out of a banana’s mouth, I’d make sure not to shift in my seat. That way he could not sense how uncomfortable I was or assume I knew what it meant. But believe me, I knew what it meant.