RaisingDad

I was watching TV with my father and I had a bad case of gas, but I thought he wouldn’t notice.      Boy, was I wrong.      The first one I cut—and it wasn’t even a bad one, pop lifted his nose to take a whiff. Then he took a look around.      “Saaay...” he said, slowly. “Is your brother here?”       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene   

I found the money you sent pop for the Easter holiday.      I picked it up and put it in the card I got him.     He was grateful.     “Thank you,” he said, tears in his eyes.      He pointed to your care package.      “What did your brother send me?” he asked as he opened my card and counted out the cash.     “Cookies,” I told him.     “Cookies?”     “Yeah, cookies.”     “Nothing else?”     “Nope.”     “That cheap bastard,” he spat.     I would have stood up for you, but, when someone rolls in poop, they pick up the stink.       RaisingDad JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com @JimDuchene