…the Japanese began the offensive in Burma and my step-dad was born. Tonight I went to my parents house where we raised the champagne to Lord Louis Mountbatten and Dad.
Aren’t they cute? But seriously, what’s with the roosters? When did that become her thing?
He’s a hard man to shop for. Last year we decided to get him a new grill. The old one was was all rusty and falling apart. so good on us right? We went down to the Home Depot, we picked out a grill we worked to get it in the back of my Mom’s little Jeep SUV. The man who was helping us insisted that it was NOT going to fit. I told him to give it up, if my mom says the grill is going in the back of the car, it’s going in the back of the car. Sure enough after another 15 minutes of grunting and groaning the grill was packed up and we were on our way. Do you know what happened when we gave him the new grill? He spent the rest of the weekend huffing and puffing, polishing and replacing every part on the old grill, and the new one is sitting in the basement. So when my Mom wanted to replace his desk chair, I chipped in, but I didn’t know how it was going to go. He actually love it!
How do you know Mom took this picture? I would have moved the Bic. When I complimented her work, “Nice composition, Mom.” She punched my arm.
At some point, before we cut the cake I said, “Hey Mom, you made a big Ding Dong.”
“MARIKA! I would NEVER make a big ding dong cake for anyone! Especially not for Tom!” She was horrified.
“Kuni she is talking about the Hostess snack cake.” Then my Dad looked at me and said “You are confusing Ding Dongs with Suzy Qs.”
Mom was all “Oh.”
My Dad was quiet for a moment, then said “Pervert.”
Turning 70 hasn’t dulled those verbal reflexes and his sense of timing. Good Times!
This is my favorite picture of the night.
My favorite old guys hanging out together.
Oh, by the way, I don’t care if it’s a Ding dong or a Suzy Q, that cake was delish!