Wow, the Peep Flake event is still going strong! You have until the 7th to do your posts in order to be in our pawesome drawing.
So, I already dished on Mom 'cause she's the flakiest in my house, but even my beloved Dad is flakey. I can't deny it....and neither can he...but he tries!! BWAR HAR HAR.
So, here's how Dad's a flake. HE BREAKS THINGS.
Yes, that's right. Lots and lots of things. Sure he fixes things too sometimes, but lots of times he just fixes them to death! BOL. Now, when he and Mom hooked up, they were neighbors. So when he moved in with her, they opened both garage doors and drove truckloads across the yard. That's pretty funny too. But, after he was all moved in and all the hard work was done, he says to Mom over a cup of coffee...
"I should probably mention that I break things." Mom spit out a bunch of coffee laughing, but soon realized it's true, true, true, really true. She did realize that lots of things that got moved from one garage to the other sorta looked broken. One drill with a missing cord, another one with no on/off switch and a third one with no way to attach a bit. Lots of broken handles...hammers, hoe, rakes, shovels. I could go on and on and on. A few months ago, the coffee maker quit turning on. It was a $20 cheapie version, and Mom was headed to the trash with it, when SuperDad jumped up and announced "I can fix that!". Well, he did. It worked for about 2 weeks and quit again. Again to the trash and again stopped by Mr Fix or Break It. It worked for another few weeks and quit the third time. So Mom stayed right there while Dad tore it apart and...wait for it...not duct tape...superglued something in the wiring inside to fix it. Now you can probably see this coming. He put it back together and turned it upright. Mom reached over to flip the switch and it was SUPERGLUED totally STUCK He fixed it to death! BOL. Headed for the trash again, when Dad yelled WAIT. He plugged it in and IT WAS GLUED ON, not OFF. They actually plugged and unplugged it for about another 2 weeks before it broke one last time. Mom insisted it go to the trash. What a riot.
Anyway, there you go. My Dad's a flake becaues he breaks things. And sometimes fixes things to death.
And another thing: He loves to go fishing, but he sure falls in alot! BOL Really. He falls in along the bank and really likes to fall out of boats...alot! BWAR HAR HAR. I love him anyway...soggy socks and all!
Grr and Woof,