When My Dad Acts Like My Husband
The two most fascinating men I know are my father and my husband. By definition, of course, fascinating includes the concepts of odd and puzzling on some level. Or all levels.
Yesterday I called to ask my stepmom a question. So, my Dad answers the phone. I was kind of in a hurry, so I said, “Hey Dad! Sorry, I’m in a hurry, can I talk to Laura?” (Fake name, sorry, Dad is even more private than my husband, he’d kill me if I put his wife’s real name on this blog!)
He paused for a long time. I asked, “Is Laura home, Dad?”
His response: “Hmmmm…I have no idea.”
My response: “Um, but you’re at home. And I am asking if she’s also at home. How could you have no idea?”
He answered, “Oh, I’m downstairs.” As if this explains not even knowing if your wife is at home.
Whatever. Then I realized, hey, at least my father answers the phone! My husband NEVER does that!
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