Dad (83 yrs old) Well, bless my soul. Its my prodigal daughter, - TopicsExpress



          

Dad (83 yrs old) Well, bless my soul. Its my prodigal daughter, Tracy Marie, calling her Poppa. Me: ...Its only been 4 days. Now I see where my dramatics come from. Dad: Trac, have you been to the PX on base to look for some dress blues for me yet? Me: No Dad, I told you. Im not buying you anything to be buried in. Dad: Buried in?! Me: You said that, Dad. You said that when I visit these military bases, to hunt you down dress blues for your casket. Dad: Oh. Ya, forgot I said that. Me: Oh, trust me. I know. ...Anything else I can get you though? Dad: Dress blues. Me: Wait, wh? Dad, I said--- Dad: For when you get married. Me: (Bursting into laughter) Ok, ya, that wont happen before youre dead. Dad: Oh, trust me. I know.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 17:51:26 +0000

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