Ask my dad where he's going and you're sure to get, "crazy wanna come?"...
well dad my bags are packed.
I can't tell if my life is spinning out of control or in the right direction? All I know is when you find yourself putting milk away in the cereal cupboard and start missing the turn off to a street you've lived on for the past decade, you shouldn't be making decisions any grander than pie or ice cream for dessert.
Tonight I opted for both. It's been one of those weeks (read EPICALLY BAD).
apparently crazy doesn't fall far from the tree
On the topic of dad-isms, Trev is KING. Poor Saige and Gabe will spend their lifetimes avoiding the use of "hey!" and "so..." courtesy of dear old - annoying - dad.
They say: "hey!"
He says: "hay is for horses not for cows the pigs would eat it but they don't know how"
I say: "sigh"
They say: "sooo...?"
He says: "not if I don't have to" (as in sew)
I say: "sigh"
They say: "I'm hungry"
He says: "I'm Turkey" (as in the country).
I say: "sigh"
** what dad-isms do you remember from childhood?
