Okay, to start off, I got this email from my step mom at
work today. At first I didn’t even think
about it being at all strange because that’s just how I was raised but then I remembered
a quote from my father at dinner the other night “Tina, did I tell you about
the steam roller I bought? It weighs 3,000
pounds! I got it just to kill moles!” and
I realized how truly hickish my family is.
Let me explain that he had that “kid going to Disneyland for the first
time” look on his face. It was kind of priceless. I forget sometimes that these sort of things
might not be an everyday normality for other people. But I embrace it. I have some damn good stories, mostly I owe
my father for all of them.
<3
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