Carrie: Your dad and Kenny just pulled up with a big box in the back of Kenny's truck.
Me: *goes outside to look* What did you bring me?
Kenny: Your dad bought a new snowblower. *pause* And a flashlight.
Dad: No, I bought a snowblower with headlights. That's different.
Kenny: Technicality.
Me: Uh huh. Couldn't just duct tape a flashlight to the old snowblower, huh?
*Dad and Kenny get the box out of the back of the truck and wheel it into the garage. I follow.*
Dad: It's my new beer cooler.
Me: Uh huh. Why don't you just open it up so I can see what it really is.
Dad: *to Kenny* See, I tell her three stories and she doesn't believe any of them.
*Dad cuts open the box and pulls out the prize inside*
Me: You bought a giant air compressor?
Dad: Yeah. It's time to dust again.
Me: *heading to the house, shaking my head* Lemme take down my bulletin board. Last time there was shit scattered everywhere.
I don't know if Dad's really going to use the big, new air compressor to dust the house with. I imagine the possibility is high since he did dust once with the leaf blower.
And, Carrie, bless her heart, had the innocence to hope that it was a dryer. We haven't had a dryer in fifteen years. Dad bringing home a snowblower with headlights is way more plausible than a dryer.
Me: *goes outside to look* What did you bring me?
Kenny: Your dad bought a new snowblower. *pause* And a flashlight.
Dad: No, I bought a snowblower with headlights. That's different.
Kenny: Technicality.
Me: Uh huh. Couldn't just duct tape a flashlight to the old snowblower, huh?
*Dad and Kenny get the box out of the back of the truck and wheel it into the garage. I follow.*
Dad: It's my new beer cooler.
Me: Uh huh. Why don't you just open it up so I can see what it really is.
Dad: *to Kenny* See, I tell her three stories and she doesn't believe any of them.
*Dad cuts open the box and pulls out the prize inside*
Me: You bought a giant air compressor?
Dad: Yeah. It's time to dust again.
Me: *heading to the house, shaking my head* Lemme take down my bulletin board. Last time there was shit scattered everywhere.
I don't know if Dad's really going to use the big, new air compressor to dust the house with. I imagine the possibility is high since he did dust once with the leaf blower.
And, Carrie, bless her heart, had the innocence to hope that it was a dryer. We haven't had a dryer in fifteen years. Dad bringing home a snowblower with headlights is way more plausible than a dryer.