Monday, January 15, 2007

My daddy called.....

My daddy just called. He always has to pick on me no matter what. Here is how the phone call went.

Dad: How is my daughter this morning?

Me: I'm fine. How about you?

Dad: I'm good. But I have a favor to ask.

Me:Okay...What is it.

Dad: Could you drive over and pick up my trash cans at the curb. It's cold outside and I don't want to walk to the curb to pick them up.

Me: Not a problem. Only if you come to Port Lavaca and wash my SUV. I can't be seen in a dirty vechicle you know. Dead silence.... I have to keep myself one step ahead of him.

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