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April 22, 2006
Patriarch
You can't trust my dad. Seriously.
Today, we headed out to the shed, where a certain box of memorabilia with my name on it was stored. My dad unlocked the door, and peered in, scoping out any wasp nests. It looked all clear, so he stepped aside in a gentlemanly fashion to let me do my hunting. I took one step inside, still fearful of the wasps and gripping my bug spray in a trigger happy hand- and before I know what's happened, hell's bells start ringing. I let out a very loud, very undignified, VERY girlish scream and hit the ground like we were in the middle of an air raid.
And there's my dad. With an air horn. Laughing his cruel, sadistic little heiney off.
Luckily, I've picked up a trick or two from him along the way. Watch out, WonderDad...
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WonderDad = Awesomeness. Steek envious of his masterful prank skills.
Posted by: Steek at April 23, 2006 2:18 AM
way to go, WonderDad! I bow to your quick wit and wacky sense of humor!
Posted by: auntj at April 24, 2006 9:21 AM
Dad's like that have to be pretty fun growing up with.
I'm sorry, but I'd be laughing with him if I'd seen that happen.
Posted by: Momma Hagrid at April 24, 2006 11:41 AM
