Monday, October 10, 2011

My Father's Daughter

My dad and step-mom are in town visiting this week, and last night we had a conversation that would change my life forever. For at least five minutes.

Me: [Cracking knuckles]

Dad: HEY! [Talking to his wife] SHE DOES IT TOO!

Me: [Freezing, suspicious, eyeballing the room for blunt objects]

Husband: The knuckle cracking? Geeze...

Me: Ohhh, yeah.

Dad: [Pointing to his wife] She gives me a hard time, but apparently it's genetic!

Me: But...I do it in my sleep, too.

Dad: SHUT UP! ME TOO!

Husband: [Gives up all hope]

Me: [Does the cabbage patch]

At least we know for sure that I wasn't adopted, right?

And with that, I'll present to you some images to start your week off with a perplexed grimmace:

Pancakes complete with beer pairing. Via

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Happy Monday!