My Dad is the toughest man I know. Hands down. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
Don't even think you can go there in a competition.
You will lose.
Badly.
A bear - yes, an actual bear, sneaked up on him while he was working in the garden, about 18 feet away. Daddy stood up and yelled at the bear. The bear went away.
If you asked my family or close friends about me, here are some of the things you might hear: I'm a lucky girl - happily married with a wonderful toddler and a neurotic dog, family-oriented, liberal, Martha Stewart wanna-be (love to cook and do crafty stuff), the "mouth of the South" as my Daddy has named me (quite opinionated), shop-a-holic who appreciates a good bargain, sports nut, sleep deprived (at least since getting preggers), creative, smart ass, stubborn, history dork...
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Oh my word! THAT is funny and scary at the same time. :)
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