i write alot about my papa. some people come up to me and ask me why i write so much about him... well its simple. hes interesting and i love him! heres a story to prove it;
we were hangin out. chattin about random things--the weather, what mike was doing, how gail was--then there was a short pause and he starts laughing... he turns to me and says "well,...(he said this like a dramatic word, like hes getting ready for big news, he always does that) i wasnt gonna tell you this before, but i want to." and he stands up. "come here i wanna show you something." i fallowed him into the kitchen and he turns around half way to the sink. he bends down under the burners and pulls out a pot, the kind he uses for his onion-y soup. he looks at me "i cursed a little when i did this," and he turns to the fridge. lifting the pot, he puts it on the fridge, and it clicks in my head. i knew exactly what he was gonna say. so i murmer a 'oh no' and he laughs. smiling at me he demonstrates just exactly what happened.
we were hangin out. chattin about random things--the weather, what mike was doing, how gail was--then there was a short pause and he starts laughing... he turns to me and says "well,...(he said this like a dramatic word, like hes getting ready for big news, he always does that) i wasnt gonna tell you this before, but i want to." and he stands up. "come here i wanna show you something." i fallowed him into the kitchen and he turns around half way to the sink. he bends down under the burners and pulls out a pot, the kind he uses for his onion-y soup. he looks at me "i cursed a little when i did this," and he turns to the fridge. lifting the pot, he puts it on the fridge, and it clicks in my head. i knew exactly what he was gonna say. so i murmer a 'oh no' and he laughs. smiling at me he demonstrates just exactly what happened.
my mothers dog is frequently at papas house because she doesnt like to me cooped up all the time. well Bella hasnt learned how to stay off of the counters yet, even though shes about 3 years old; the big baby! but anyway, thats not what my story is about... well because of bella, my papa cant leave anything on the counters. especially food. so he puts the food on the top of the fridge (not a great idea if you ask me). well, papa was getting ready for bed one night and he put the freshly made stew on the fridge. not in it, on it. he went to take his pills and get a nice big glass of water and decided he wanted some orange juice to. he opened the frigde and his soup comes toumbling down. all over the inside of the fridge. he quickly scoops up as much as he can and puts in the a bowl then continues to clean the rest up and throw it away. he has been eating on that spilled soup since then and will continue to do just that. and that is why i love my papa. hes not afraid to eat dog hair and dirt, so long as it tastes like soup.
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