you wonder where i get it from? i have been surrounded with humor all my life. i have the same quirky, dry wit that my father does, which i inheritted from his father as well (i loved my poppa jack dearly, he was the source of much of my childhood happiness, and a fantastic partner in crime). so really, the stuff that pops out of my mouth most days should not come as any surprise to my family, or those in close contact with me during my raising.
my dad LUVS bill cosby and i swear he was trying to be the man's pasty counterpart. i can not tell you how many times he would quip him, or come up with stuff i swear mister jello pudding pop himself would have been proud to quote. so i grew up with cosby-wisdom...never really expecting a straight answer. for example...
when i took off for college three hours from home, i, of course, still called my dad with every little problem, especially when it had to do with my pony. while i was perfectly capable of basic care, there where still things about her that mistified me.
one weekend i called him about a "funny thing" the steering wheel was doing. the car felt loose and just wasn't right. i spent a good five minutes explaining to him what it had been doing, and then another telling him how genuinely concerned i was about my well-being driving her, as well as her health and well-being as a functioning automobile. my dad listen patiently, inserting the proper "uh-huh" as warranted. i was truly distraught that penny (named for her two-tone copper body) might be failing me, and i was going to explain it thoroughly so that jerry would understand and perhaps even FEEL the steering issue, regardless of our 150 mile gap.
"so whaddaya think?" i questioned when i felt i had spilled out every detail. dad thought deeply, i could tell by the "hmmmmmmm" noise he made before answering. "well beck, it sounds like it's the nut behind the wheel." "oh really?" i said, "well what do we...HEY!!!" :)
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