Dad: Do you guys want a dog? Me: No. Why? Dad: Tina (his wife that he left, but has to talk to every day) thinks she might get rid of one of the dogs. Me: Why don't you ask Ari (my sister) if she wants a dog?
While watching Letterman tonight, Brian Willams came out.
Dad: Now, he knows how to tie a tie. Do you know how to tie a tie? Me: No. I tied one once after looking it up on the internet. Dad: Some guys don't know how to tie a tie. They do it crooked. (PAUSE) Dad: I used to have a tie once.
So, all 3 of my cats lick each other's asses. I don't know why they do it, but if they do it in front of me I yell at them. Huey, the youngest has been caught doing it a lot lately. Jack the cat will be laying there trying to sleep and Huey will jump on the bed to lick his butt. Jack gets annoyed and I want to puke.
While watching the AFC championship game last night...
Me: Huey is the worst butt licker ever. I catch him doing it all the time.
Dad: Maybe he's the best butt licker ever. (pause) You're too judgmental.
I was getting ready to leave for work this morning when my phone rang. I look at it, it says "Dad." I think, "Isn't he in the basement?"
I answer it, and it's him--I can hear him talking right below me. He tells me that he's already been outside today and it's very cold out there. He says he left his extra ski jacket on the coat rack in case I want to wear it over what I'm already wearing.
It was really sweet.
Earlier this week, he got up early to shovel the walkway for me. Then I didn't go to work that day. I'm a horrible daughter. Well, maybe not. I did bring him a 12-pack of High Life the night before.