My Dear Moo-Pa
Here is a message that my Dad sent me for Thanksgiving:
Hi princess,
Just a quickie to wish you happy thanksgiving. I hope those pesky redskins bring you plenty of traditional Indian grub to last you through the winter so that, come springtime, you can set about God's task of distributing smallpox-infected blankets and sending out the cavalry to deal with them for protesting at having their land taken away by God's chosen people... (I have got the essence of this festivity right, haven't I?).
Aah, I love my father. My parents also just sent me a choccie advent calender with festive teddies on the front. One of the teddies is eating a pretzel. Aww...
Aah, I love my father. My parents also just sent me a choccie advent calender with festive teddies on the front. One of the teddies is eating a pretzel. Aww...
posted by susie r at 5:57 PM
5 Comments:
My Moo-pa probably doesn't realise it's Christmas yet. Bless.
I got myself an Advent Calender though; it's one of those Fairtrade ones that tells the story of Jesus Christ's birth, a little bit each day behind every door: cliffhangers galore! The fact the story is called 'The Birth of Jesus' kinda gave away the ending though I felt....
Aww, I think our Daddies should all meet. I often theorise that if certain people get on, their parents should get on too. I don't think that can be true though, not really. But my Da is pretty easy to get along with if you don't mind a constant stream of interesting facts. Or as I like to call them in my cute daughter way, boring facts.
Maybe our Dads could trade Horse Racing and Military History facts with each other... or perhaps not.
My Dad could talk about Military History, probably. I thought all dads were interested in model trains, anyway?
Anyway, Susie's dad is an amusing guy.
Ha. Susie.
You dad is the fookin' BEST.
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