MFD: Wait! Put on Lawrence Welk!
Everyone in chorus: No!
MFD: What! That's a great show.
Putting dinner away
MFD: Where's the lid for this?
Me: Where all the lids are.
long pause
MFD: Well this is ridiculous.
Yelling up from the kitchen:
MFD: Steph! Where's the milk?
Me: I don't drink milk. I don't know. I'm guessing it would be in the fridge.
MFD: fah-ahh-ahhhck
Via phone:
MFD: about your text...you said send a picture of lotion. We didn't get any in the mail.
Me: No no. That hand lotion for outdoors stuff that you got at Jack & Lori's.
MFD: That's cream.
Me: Same thing as lotion.
MFD: Balm, really.
Me: Still the same thing.
MFD: about your text...you said send a picture of lotion. We didn't get any in the mail.
Me: No no. That hand lotion for outdoors stuff that you got at Jack & Lori's.
MFD: That's cream.
Me: Same thing as lotion.
MFD: Balm, really.
Me: Still the same thing.
Reading his church bulletin:
MFD: Hey Steph, you want to host an exchange student?
Me: No.
MFD: They could have a bedroom and hang out in the basement. There's a generous monthly stipend.
Me: No.
MFD: Come on.
Me: No.
As I'm walking out the door:
MFD: Did you wear that outfit yesterday?
Me: What do you think I am?
Today is my Pop's birthday. He is a card, saying things like:
-Very good (his go to response to anything and now mine)
-calls his grown sons "boy" and all women "woman"
-Say nothing, stay longer
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Haikuesday:
Birthday week is here
Pass the winning powerball
And the pimp cane too
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I just like the term pimp cane. Tomorrow: tooting your own horn.
