I’ve been thinking of my Dad alot, lately. I’m not really sure why; I guess I just miss him. I was hardboiling some eggs today when I thought of something he told me once…
“We were so poor when I was growing up,” he began, “that the day after Easter, we’d go around to the neighbor kids’ houses, and see if they’d give us their Easter Eggs…just so we’d have something to eat.”
“Oh my God, Dad. Really?”
“No. Not really. We had ate lot of Spam, though.”
January 31st, 2006 at 2:56 am
hahaha, that’s totally something my dad would say! awe, i miss my dad too.
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