My dad was more creative than factual when making a point. When there was no dessert, he pointed out. “My mother or sisters made a cake every day.”
Other times, when we were ungrateful for how great we had it, he’d tell us his family sometimes went three days with nothing to eat but peas.
i piped up. “Why didn’t y’all eat one of those cakes your mama or sisters made every day?”
He took time out his busy day to teach me the difference in smart and smart aleck.
Too funny! I did laugh out loud, then read it to the hubs!
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But did you bake a cake?
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I so envy the details of your memory…so many treasures to share. ☺ Van
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Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
OOps, yes i think we are all guilty of that from time to time sugar.
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You are so kind to reblog!
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Don’t you ever stop makeing us reading and laughing!!!! Please DO NO STOP….
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I’ll try.
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You were way too clever, for your Dad! 🙂
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He didn’t play.
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What an interesting family, and the stories just keep on coming. Love them. ❤
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Book coming out in few days.
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Exciting! Congratulations. ❤
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Thanks
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Funny as always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
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Not so much, then.
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What a great argument, Linda!!! I was about 5 or 6. My father always wanted me to go hiking with him. I hated it!!! He said: “I would have been so grateful if my father would have went hiking with me, but he didn’t.” My answer: “How lucky you were!”
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He wasn’t seeing you at all, was he? We used to work for days getting the farm beautiful before a holiday when we had guests coming, cleaning brush out of fence lines, getting brush out of fields, mowing, raking, endless tasks. It looked like a resort by the time company got there. They’d say, “I wish I lived here. It’s so restful.”
I’d think, “If you only knew! After driving us to work for days, he’d turn on the charm when company arrived. The kids would say, “I wish he was my daddy.” I wished he was, too.
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Hahaha, yes …. I completely get you. I bet you had a hard time to bite your tongue!!!
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Didn’t have much luck with that!
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Hahaha…. bursting…… !!! That’s another story you needed to share….
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I will. Thanks.
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Looking forward to that one especially now!!!
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On it!
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👍
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Dads prefer to be the smart alecks.
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You got that!
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Awesome!
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Ooops… But actually you were right 😉
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Right, but, oh so wrong!
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I see…
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Sooo funny 🙂
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Didn’t hear a chuckle out of Daddy!
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Reblogged this on galesmind and commented:
Now why doesn’t that surprise me??
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Oh my!
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When I was little I use to ask my dad to tell me scary stories, so he would tell me about “The Guy Who Got a Credit Card to Young and Can’t Pay off His Debt” I was 6.
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That is scary.
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