Well, today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 66 today, but he died last October. Don’t worry. I promise this won’t be a depressing post. Instead, I thought I’d post a couple of the many reasons why you should be sorry that you didn’t know my dad.
The first reason..... He was funny. Really funny. He didn’t have the dry sense of humor that my mom and my husband have. You usually have to stop and think about what they say and then, after a ten second delay, you laugh. Not my dad. He was slapstick, in your face, 3 Stooges funny. He made goofy faces and he laughed harder at his jokes than anyone else. As a matter of fact, many times it really wasn’t his jokes that were funny. It was the way he cracked himself up that made everyone else laugh.
Another reason..... He made up food and then he forced you to eat it. I would go to see him and the conversation would go like this:
Daddy: “Porge!” (That’s what he called me) “I made up something new. It’s delicious. You have to try it.”
Me: “What is it?” (Sounding cautious.)
Daddy: “Just try it!”
Me: “Not till you tell me what it is.”
Daddy: “It’s tomato soup with mashed bananas in it. Then I added a little honey and horseradish.”
Me: “Not just no, but HELL NO.”
Daddy: “Why do you have to be like that….” And then the emotional blackmail would begin and not stop until I agreed to try it.
Daddy: “Isn’t it great? Didn’t I tell you that you’d love it?”
Me: (Between retches) “I’ve never tasted anything like it before. You sure are ….. creative.”
The first reason..... He was funny. Really funny. He didn’t have the dry sense of humor that my mom and my husband have. You usually have to stop and think about what they say and then, after a ten second delay, you laugh. Not my dad. He was slapstick, in your face, 3 Stooges funny. He made goofy faces and he laughed harder at his jokes than anyone else. As a matter of fact, many times it really wasn’t his jokes that were funny. It was the way he cracked himself up that made everyone else laugh.
Another reason..... He made up food and then he forced you to eat it. I would go to see him and the conversation would go like this:
Daddy: “Porge!” (That’s what he called me) “I made up something new. It’s delicious. You have to try it.”
Me: “What is it?” (Sounding cautious.)
Daddy: “Just try it!”
Me: “Not till you tell me what it is.”
Daddy: “It’s tomato soup with mashed bananas in it. Then I added a little honey and horseradish.”
Me: “Not just no, but HELL NO.”
Daddy: “Why do you have to be like that….” And then the emotional blackmail would begin and not stop until I agreed to try it.
Daddy: “Isn’t it great? Didn’t I tell you that you’d love it?”
Me: (Between retches) “I’ve never tasted anything like it before. You sure are ….. creative.”
I betcha Daddy is in heaven right now pushing the chef aside so that he can add secret ingredients to his birthday cake.
Bye for now!
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