I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: my dad is hilarious. Talking to my parents today about my dad’s impending visit, in which he will digress a bit from his planned TDY (military-speak for “business trip”), this snippet occurred:
Mom: Are you making big plans for your dad’s visit?
Me: (audibly smirking) Riiiight. We unemployed people are always making the big plans. I figure we can stand around despondently downtown together.
Dad: Do you think you can get another cardboard box for me by then? Try and keep it dry until I get there?
Me: I don’t see why not…we’ll have to keep an eye on it when we go to dinner, though…
Dad: Would that be at Saint Mary’s or Sacred Heart?
Me: Saint Mary’s, they have better soup.
Dad: Really? What flavor?
Me: Well, it’s not so much the flavor as it is the warmth…
Dad: Ah, more of a broth, then?
Mom: Now stop it you two, that’s not funny!
And we laughed and laughed and laughed…