Good Times

My father is a character. That's the nice way of saying he's going to do things his way. He does not change his mind once it's made up. He does not like change. He is stubborn. He is not demonstrative with his affections. He is loud and does not hear well. He is also loyal. He is funny. He loves his family and would do anything for them. He wants what's best for us. He is strong in his convictions and believes in staying active and working hard.

So, where's she going with this, you ask youself. Well, you know me. I've got to get a funny in. (And you know it's a good one if it involves my family. . .)

Once upon a time, several years ago, my dad killed a snake on his farm. We live in a very rural farming area, and snakes are not looked upon favorably. My dad stretched this dead snake out across the road. He set his lawn chair to the side of the house. (I'm sure he also had a beer to sip as he watched what was about to occur.) He then proceeded to watch as car after car would slam on their brakes and swerve to hit the snake. (There were some who stopped in the road, backed up, and ran over the snake again. . .just to make sure they got it.) That is my dad's idea of good entertainment. He has been known to find a snakeskin and stretch it across the back porch to scare my mom to death. That's my dad. (And maybe some of your answers as to why I am the way I am. . .)