Backstory: Ever since I was about 14, I called my Dad “Dod,” because it amused me. It stuck. Anyway, my dad lost a lot of weight recently and he needs a new suit for my wedding.
I told Dod the other night that we need to get him a new suit. He looked at me the way the cat used to when I said, “Um, go do…this.” He was all, “I have a suit.” And I was all, “Yeah, from when you were 45 lbs. heavier.” And he was all, “Don’t I have something from before I got fat??” And I was all, “????????????????????????? Dude!! It’s your daughter’s wedding. You need a new fucking suit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
This made me giggle!! I love moms who use a well-deployed F-bomb.
November 9, 2011 at 11:47 am
So, I’m the mom with the F-bomb. Srsly. He can be SO obtuse! Thanks to my daughter for thinking this “Postcards worthy.” And he WILL get the F-ing suit. Trust me.
November 9, 2011 at 8:25 pm
You go Shirley! I must say, when my mother drops the bomb, we jump and MOVE!
November 10, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Haha, yeah this totally happened before my wedding too.
November 27, 2011 at 3:10 pm