Tuesday afternoon (5/17)
Headed over to Dad's soon. He had a good session on the treadmill last night, even though he was feeling pretty down due to my brother's absence.
He just called to ask me to pick up some stuff for him:
"$10 in lottery tickets, but only if it's up around $50 million.
"And get me two or three pieces of KFC."
"Dad," I said, "there's no way on earth I'm getting KFC for you."
"I'll only eat the white meat," he responded.
Dare I trade off letting him eat the white meat, while I nosh on the extra-crispy skin?
Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of "Father Knows Worst."
He just called to ask me to pick up some stuff for him:
"$10 in lottery tickets, but only if it's up around $50 million.
"And get me two or three pieces of KFC."
"Dad," I said, "there's no way on earth I'm getting KFC for you."
"I'll only eat the white meat," he responded.
Dare I trade off letting him eat the white meat, while I nosh on the extra-crispy skin?
Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of "Father Knows Worst."
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