Saturday, August 16, 2008
Last night we celebrated Grandma's 81st birthday!
That's her in the middle. Proudly sporting her new BUCCANEER shirt. Just in time for football season!
Of course my idea of going to The Hosier Bar was shot down once again...I'll get you there one day Grandma. PROMISE!
Instead, we grilled kabobs at my house. Or so that was the plan...
Until Dad went to fire up the grill...
And so the conversation went...
Dad: "Honey, you're out of gas."
Me: "Oh, I think I have an extra tank in the garage."
Dad: (walking towards me with BIG ASS GAS TANK IN HAND disconnected from grill) "I'll go check."
Me: "OH.MY.GOD.DAD. Did you turn the gas off (panicking)????"
Me: Realizing how fucking stupid of a question I just asked, considering the tank was empty, he questioned me again and I was forced to repeat myself.
Me: "Did you turn the gas off?"
Dad: Laughing.Laughing.Laughing. "There's no gas."
P.S. That's Life On The Tail Of A Comet in the pink cowgirl hat.