It's been a crazy fast week. The Dingo and I went to a gathering at my parents' house to celebrate the holiday on Sunday so on the actually holiday we stayed home and enjoyed the air conditioning. As usual I had the Food Network on (it's always on unless the Dingo changes the channel) and Down Home With the Neeleys was on and something caught the Dingo's eye. A ham. Sorry, that's wrong. A HAM! As in giant, feeds the whole family and still leaves leftovers, HAM. They were roasting it the old fashioned way with pineapples and cherries. Pineapples + Meat = Dingo heaven. He was off to purchase said ham before I could protest. So my only option was, find people to eat this thing! So a couple of friends came by to contribute to the task. And yeah, there is still the majority of a ham in our fridge.
Wednesday night our neighbors came over and the Dingo and they talked endlessly about "old school Nintendo." It went on to the point that they ended up dragging out the original Nintendo and playing games until 1am. I've never been a gamer and never had that console so I decided to duck out of the reminiscing to watch tv and go to bed at a decent hour. Needless to say the Dingo was a bit tired after work yesterday but had to power on because yesterday was my dad's birthday and we had celebrating to do.
So about my dad's bday...my sister and I suck. I ordered his cologne too late and it didn't come in time. So from me he opened an empty box with a picture of the cologne glued to the front and a promise to bring it buy whenever it comes in. My sister had a card...and a promise that she will have his gift soon, but not now. Now being empty handed when my dad is due a gift is typical of me. I can't ever think of something to get him and finally order something random at the last minute (this time he actually told me what he wanted but didn't mention it until Sunday and you can't find the stuff in town.) However, my sister goes all out on gifts and puts tons of thought and effort into them. And she did put a lot of thought into Dad's bday gift but after some weird debacle about the artist she ordered it from leaving town without delivering it she showed up empty handed as well. As she told her story and apology to Dad he interrupted her to say, "This sounds like a Doodle story." Yep, at least I'm consistent.
Post giftless birthday (my mom did actually have a present for him to open) he got another super happy follow up birthday present this morning! He backed into my car. As in slammed into it at a how did you catch that much speed just pulling out of the driveway?! speed. I drive a 10 year old hunk of junk and could care less about the little ding he put in my front bumper. But my dad drives a beautiful, pristine car and by the time I got into the front yard after hearing the smashing metal he was placing his tail light in his trunk. A completely detached tail light into a trunk that wouldn't quite close. Heart wrenching. Maybe for Christmas I will get him a sign that says "one of your daughters drops her dog off every morning, do not hit her car!" or maybe it should just say "DON'T BACK INTO A CAR!" as this is the third time he has hit someone's car while backing out of the driveway. Third! So whenever you are in east Memphis neighborhoods beware little red sports car that come flying out of driveways.
I believe we are staying in for the night. Gotta figure out what's for dinner. We are off for a quick trip to Jackson (Pelahatchie, but you don't know where that is) tomorrow. His parents come here to visit quite a bit but I suppose it's our turn to make that yucky drive.
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