I don't even wanna get started. This snake pit of The Daddler's family is more than I can take. The calls have trickled in today. Each time, I hear The D happily telling about his newfound urinary incontinence. Damn. He doesn't mention the other kind.
What's up with that?
He's 80 years old today, and it's all about him. I've been busting my ass to get ready for a fucking cookout this evening. I won't even get started.
Besides, I need to go shuck some fuckin' corn. And start boiling potatoes and eggs. Because that's what I want. Some real potato salad. And deviled eggs. Nobody does it better. I'm not good at much, but I have a few gifts. So The D might say it's pretty good, but I know better...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...
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