What do I always say? “I can’t make this up”
So…this morning I was playing back some voicemail messages for my Dad. He has to go to the hospital every few weeks just for some routine tests. I played back a voicemail that basically said that everything is good, keep up the good work.
And here we go!!
Mom: I don’t know why they got you (and me) running up there every few weeks.
Dad: Well, I have to…that’s what they say.
Mom: I don’t see why (she is fussing). Got us coming up there like we some old people.
Dad: TONI!!! We ARE old!!! I am 947 months and 3 days old TODAY!!
Me: (smh…here we go)
Mom: Well…you aren’t 1000 months old!!
Dad: See this is that sh#$ that I do when I am laying up here and can’t sleep at night. I calculate all types of stuff. (then starts giggling) I lay up here and figure out all types of stuff and then when I get up I check my answers on the calculator.
Mom: Hmph…we are not old!
Dad: I am 947 months and 3 days old…compare THAT to a 6 month old baby!!
Daddy gonna keep his mind strong