2004-06-26 - 8:26 p.m.
I realize that this is the third entry of the day, but I feel the need to describe to you, gentle reader, my father's latest epistle (or, as my sister lovingly calls it, pizzle).
We were eating a simple meal. My father gets up to back upstairs. He points a finger at me. I can tell he has something to say. Generally, when my dad has something to say, people shut up (or shuzzle, as Mangofarmer would say). Still brandishing his index finger at me, he proclaims, "Tomorrow morning, you're cooking sausage. And you (fixing his attention on Mangofarmer) are making pancakes." He proceeds to show us where the ingredients are.
I say, "And what time will we be serving breakfast?"
He answers by saying that he gets up and five o'clock.
"With the birds?"
"Yes, that's right, with the birds."
He continues by talking about breakfast mornings and how if it is sunny, we are getting up at 5 and making him breakfast. If it is cloudy, we are getting up at 5 and going to Lake Ontario. Either way, we are getting up at five o'clock.
But of course, before going upstairs and slamming the door, he says this, "I know you won't be tired because of all the weed pulling you didn't do today."
Delightfully random. :)
