With a Foreword by Thomas Jefferson
Well, howdy-do ladies and gents!
Tis Christmas and Hanukkah Eve; so happy holidays to all you crazies.
I'm pretty happy right now. I'm feeling very relieved now that I have my grades from this semester (oh lady luck, I don't know when you'll run out- but stick around as long as you would like!). Also, I'm thrilled because we found out that Tutu's cancer should be able to be treated with just an out-patient surgery and is beyond fabulous.
We are going to Sherry's (yay!) for Christmas Eve dinner, but that's not for another hour or so. Therefore you guys get a story about what it is like to be raised by Steve n'Barb.
Friday the 23rd
Daddio: "Hey Laur, how do you feel about blonde hair and blue eyes?"
Me: "... I think it's cute?"
Daddio: "Good, I found a son-in-law I'd like."
Me: "..."
Daddio: "He is Dutch and flies planes. I think he might have a girlfriend, but we can work around that."
Me: "Oh yeah, those so are expendable."
Daddio: "He is just a big hunk of man and I think it would take a strong and powerful woman like you to reel him in."
Me: "That's amazingly creepy, Dad! Don't talk like that! What do you get out of this anyway?"
Daddio: "A plane ride!"
Me: "My life for a plane ride? Seems like an even trade to me."
Daddio: "Well, I hope for a lifetime of plane rides."
Me: "MOM! Aren't you going to object to this? You're husband is going to trade my future in for plane rides.
Momsie: "Nope."
Me: "Why not? What could you possibly get out of this?"
Momsie: "A Jewish son-in-law."
My life is all one big continous joke, and the punch line always seems to be "A Jewish son-in-law."
I'm trying to get really excited for tomorrow. TKmas! Hopefully I'll have some fun pictures for you.
Tis Christmas and Hanukkah Eve; so happy holidays to all you crazies.
I'm pretty happy right now. I'm feeling very relieved now that I have my grades from this semester (oh lady luck, I don't know when you'll run out- but stick around as long as you would like!). Also, I'm thrilled because we found out that Tutu's cancer should be able to be treated with just an out-patient surgery and is beyond fabulous.
We are going to Sherry's (yay!) for Christmas Eve dinner, but that's not for another hour or so. Therefore you guys get a story about what it is like to be raised by Steve n'Barb.
Friday the 23rd
Daddio: "Hey Laur, how do you feel about blonde hair and blue eyes?"
Me: "... I think it's cute?"
Daddio: "Good, I found a son-in-law I'd like."
Me: "..."
Daddio: "He is Dutch and flies planes. I think he might have a girlfriend, but we can work around that."
Me: "Oh yeah, those so are expendable."
Daddio: "He is just a big hunk of man and I think it would take a strong and powerful woman like you to reel him in."
Me: "That's amazingly creepy, Dad! Don't talk like that! What do you get out of this anyway?"
Daddio: "A plane ride!"
Me: "My life for a plane ride? Seems like an even trade to me."
Daddio: "Well, I hope for a lifetime of plane rides."
Me: "MOM! Aren't you going to object to this? You're husband is going to trade my future in for plane rides.
Momsie: "Nope."
Me: "Why not? What could you possibly get out of this?"
Momsie: "A Jewish son-in-law."
My life is all one big continous joke, and the punch line always seems to be "A Jewish son-in-law."
I'm trying to get really excited for tomorrow. TKmas! Hopefully I'll have some fun pictures for you.