In honor of my father, and his delightful birthday, I am going to post a little story about him.
Once, in the middle of the night, while my parents were sleeping, or rather, while my mother was sleeping, my father got an idea.
He woke up my mother, telling her "Honey, something crusty fell off my ass, help me find it! It's somewhere in the bed!"
My mother, in her asleep state, started lightly feeling the bedsheets, delicately running her hands over them, trying to find this crusty thing. After a couple of minutes, she starts to fully wake up, and realizes she is looking for something crusty that fell of my father's ass.
My father is crying he is laughing so hard, and my mother was less than enthused about it. This has since become the stuff of legend in my family, how my father managed to pull an epic prank on my mother.
So, without further ado, happy birthday to my crusty father!
Why thank you very much my little brown-eyed beauty. I enjoyed the story too and so that everyone out there knows-IT'S ALL TRUE!!!
ReplyDeleteMoms enraged eyes could see in the dark by that time but I was having the time of my life. *snicker*
Your brother had this habit of getting up to see what we were doing after we put him to bed. That was by no means an easy task either. Often we thought about using duck tape but didn't want to resort to that form of child abuse. That was just to keep him from calling form the next room with his esoterica questions.
He really did think that we were having a party without him. The TV was in the front room and his bedroom was on the other side of the wall at that time so he heard the TV going and wanted to be part of the fun. The TV was on alright, but your mom and I had fallen asleep on the couch.
He had claimed that we pretended to be asleep when he spot checked just to keep him in his bed and I assure you that this wasn't the case. We were dead tired from work and chasing his little ass and the TV just lulled us to slumber land.
I'm going to the bar with the other "kids from school" after class today. The classes are running about 11 hours a day and I really need some brain fluid.
HAHAHAHAHA brain fluid!
ReplyDeleteThe best thing about your Dad's post here is when he says "we did not want to resort to that form of child abuse" which can be read in my mind as "we did not want to resort to THAT form of child abuse." Other *select* forms may be applied when appropriate... but not the duct tape, nooot the duct tape. Ha!
ReplyDeleteWe should all be so lucky to share DNA with such funny people :)
ReplyDeleteOh, we're lunatics, all right. But we ARE crazy about each other and feel compelled to be entertaining at every opportunity. (That's what having only one TV in the house will do for you. We're poor, but we're not stupid or unimaginative)
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