ZZUB said:
Frickles: your edit made me laugh.
What the heck was so funny? Frick was just saying hey to her fellow Georgia girl. And she ASSUMED I'd be here sooner. Which I would have been were it not a school holiday.
Great installment, ZZUB! As always.
To borrow a hackneyed phrase, those times are all good.
Hackneyed, for sure. My daughter says that all the time. Usually while throwing her peace sign. Where did that come from? She was born in the late 90s, not the 60s.
It was about 9:45 when she said this.
You sure? Because you could have forgotten to set your watch to ES time. And it could have been afternoon at Disney World. Which would have given that CM EVERY RIGHT to question your breakfast request.
You would think I just asked Paula Abdul if it was going to be her and me forever. She looked at me like I was caught in a hit and run.
Straight up, dude. Straight up.
And I didn't have to Google.
It's not like making Dean's List or passing the bar or winning a hard fought case or even seeing my daughters being born; I'm not that much of a corn dog.
Well, I'm not a lawyer, and I definitely wasn't an "observer" to the birth of my children, so the only part I can relate to is making Dean's list. Which was a pretty big deal to me since I didn't make it the first time around.
But although it was cool, Disney is still WAAAAY cooler.
And even though it pains me greatly, I'm letting that little matter of the illegal use of a double consonant go.
so I put my arm around her and we took some pictures of ourselves.
Been there, done that. Nothing like the vacation self-portraits.
I love late summer days when cooler air welcomes you on the front porch.
Must be nice. The only thing that welcomes me on the porch on a late summer day, is oppressive heat and humidity. And mosquitoes.
“ZZUBY,” I said, “I’m so glad you’re my little girl. I love you.”
I'll bet she's so glad you're her Daddy, too.
Great chapter, ZZUB. I loved every minute of it.