I have news for you: if you like me or don’t like me, it’s probably my dad’s fault.
As lovely as my mama is, I take after my dad in both looks and personality. No, no, that’s wrong. Not personality so much as sense of humor. Personality-wise we are a bit different. My dad is a guy who always knows a guy. And if he doesn’t? He gets to know a guy pretty quickly. He doesn’t know a stranger and will strike up any conversation with anyone.
I don’t do that.
BUT as far as my sense of humor goes, that is something you can blame him for. I hold back my dumb jokes more than half the time, because I need them to be appreciated by the right audience. Like my dad. Luckily my husband is well aware of this trait and rolls with it.
My parents were pretty young when I was born, so now that I am nearly 40, he and my mom (no longer married) are nearly 60. So we can kind of hang out, you know? Or he can buy emergency wine for me when I’m visiting Arkansas and shopping at Walmart with my sister only to realize they don’t sell wine at Walmart in Arkansas (OMG, right?). A quick call to Daddy-o and my problem was solved.
I also kind of blame him for my love of classic rock. He says when I was a baby my bassinet was directly under the stereo speakers. Let’s just forget the slight hearing loss there, but I was born in the 70’s. So it’s likely Fleetwood Mac lulled me to sleep on more than one occasion. (And if you have no love for Fleetwood Mac, I just don’t trust your taste in music.)
So he’s coming to visit next week. Which means I have no excuse to not have a Father’s Day gift for him. Oh dear…
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