Reason #29 Why I'm Glad to Be Home
Dad: Ugh. My back's been bothering me for a week.
Me: You should go to the chiropractor.
Dad: That's like going to a voodoo doctor.
Dad: Ugh. My back's been bothering me for a week.
Me: You should go to the chiropractor.
Dad: That's like going to a voodoo doctor.
Reason #366 Why I’m Glad to Be Home: My Dad has the best hair ever. Oh how I love him.
The emails continue:
Just so I get this right, your discriminating palette calls for Pinot Noir from Paso Robles Ca. I will check and see what is on sale next time I am there. This is correct.
Love U
dad
Do you want to do the staining on the shelves or should I go ahead and just finish them off.
let me know.
from
same person
“You know they say turkeys are so dumb they’ll drown in a rainstorm from looking up.”
Mom: Did you vote for Obama?
Me: Yes.
Mom: So did I, but I didn't tell your dad.
(My dad voted for Obama, too.)
Today, my parents came and picked up Piggie Smalls when I was at work because I’m on a six day stretch and they’re gonna babysit her for a couple of them so she’s not all cooped up. When I got home, I found this on my counter—some of my most favorite treats and a roll of quarters—because they know I’m stressed, exhausted and over it. I love them.
I have the opportunity to torture my father on a regular basis.

Dad: I'm not antisocial, I just don't like to be around people.
Me: I think that's the definition of antisocial.
Dad: Oh whatever. Go tweater that.
Things my father says to me, en route to his morning appointment with “John”:
My Dad’s pants are preparing for a flood.
