I recently went to a conference where I was asked to think of the worst thing my Dad had ever done to me.
Ouch!
You know what the crazy thing was?
I sat there for 15 minutes and I could only come up with one thing.
And it's so moronic I'll share it with you:
When I was seventeen my Mom and I went to Europe for twelve days and I left my fish tank in the care of my Dad.
"I wonder if Dad is remembering to feed my fish?"
When I got home...
Readers, it wasn't pretty.
Every single fish was dead except for one that was swimming upside down and backwards.
The scavenger crab that lived at the bottom was quite happy.
That stupid crab was living high on the hog.
But forgetting to feed my fish was REALLY the only thing I could think of!
My Dad is quiet.
So quiet, that sometimes he needs a translator.
He makes these noises that mean 'yes' or 'no'.
A few years ago my cousin Amy came up to me and said:
Amy: I asked your Dad if he would make some candy houses for a birthday party and I wasn't sure whether he said yes or no.
Me: Well, what did he say?
Amy: He just kind of grunted.
Me: Well, what did the grunt sound like?
Amy: "Umph"
Me: Oh, that's definitely a yes.
"Why wouldn't they understand what 'umph' means?"
The quiet thing...
I think it's a generational thing.
His Dad was quiet too.
They didn't drink or smoke. They were crazy hard workers.
He is still like that.
Lest, he seem boring though...
Hehehe...
He and my Mom did get caught 'parking' once.
Apparently the CHURCH YOUTH GROUP was out driving around and came upon their car....
Nice.
"Lets skip church and go kiss somewhere!"
At least I think that's what he was saying...
Then again...
I might need a translator.
Can't tell you anything! He, he!
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