All in the Family
You'd be proud of me, Dad. I am most certainly my father's daughter.
I waffle (mmm... I still want waffles and bacon) between mortification and indignation, and I guess in truth I'm just
going to have to admit both. But I won’t discuss either here, instead you get backstory.
When dealing with my father, there is one unerring and Universal Truth: Never sneak up on him. Suffice to say that Dad has only just recently retired from a long career in which coworkers routinely one-upped each other for the best sneak attack. Often with the cunning use of rubber snakes. I personally think that specific technique is diabolical, but anyway, I don’t suggest surprising Dad unless you’re prepared to run quickly or get a knee-jerk response that will leave you flat on your ass. I speak from experience, hehe. Granted, I knew what I was getting myself into each time I goosed my father, so what else could I do when I found myself on the ground with a few extra bruises but laugh? Which re
minds me of the time when Aaron and I were practicing the pointblank attack that B uses to break out of her coffin in Kill Bill Vol. 1… and Dad decides he wants to try it too… on me, lol. Imagine my surprise when he followed through with it and I found myself staggering back a few feet, lol. I’m not sure who was more surprised – him or me. As always, he underestimates his own strength… that and he forgets I’m a girl, lol. But yeah, one of my favorite pastimes has always been seeing if I can sneak attack my father and make it out unscathed. And when one instigates this sort of shenanigans, one must also learn to always be on the defensive.




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