whiski_sour | I like procrastination

I'm having a bitch of a time coming up with a title for my short story entry. I can't come up with anything clever. Sure that's nothing new, but you'd think I'd be able to manage it just once for a special occasion.

In case anyone missed it, my dad has the tendency to be amusing.

For example, earlier today he tried to change the channel with a box cutter.

This afternoon we were out in the backyard with the kitties and Dad was throwing a knife. He walked the length of the yard away from me, throwing the knife at the ground trying to get it to stick. Then he threw it at the tree and stuck it. He pulls the knife out of the tree and starts walking back up the yard towards me, throwing the knife.

Me: Please don't stick me. You wouldn't want to have to take me to the hospital.
Dad: I wouldn't. I've got duct tape.
Me: Oh that's real nice.
Dad: *coming closer throwing the knife*
Me: Please don't stick me. I'm wearing my good jeans.
Dad: Okay. *turns around and starts throwing and walking away from me*

Sure. Who cares if I get stabbed and bleed all over myself and the backyard. But the jeans! Must. Save. The jeans! I see how he is.

Bastard.