Let me stop lieing... I've ALWAYS known my father is crazy!
This man loves me to death--I am his Princess eventhough I'm not the baby or babygirl--but this man has issues.
My great father has inspired me to create a series of blog entries, they will all be titled "Daddy's ALWAYS right, right?" followed by the number of the post e.g. (Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #2, Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #3 and so on)
In these blog entries I will in no way disrespect my father, because I have the upmost respect for him, he is my father, he has provided for me and supported me all my life, but the man has issues and I need an outlet to express myself when he's getting the best of me, which seems like 3-7 times a day.
Some of the posts will be humerous to you at times other times it won't be. He's not always funny, he can be really mean. So each post will be based on actual events.
I will label each of the "Daddy's ALWAYS right, right?" blog posts with the label "My daddy" so if you miss a few (because there will be many) you can click on the label on any of them and all of them will come up.
I hope you enjoy the series
Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? # 1
On the morning of Christmas eve I woke up to get ready for church. I knew I had to drive 30 minutes or so to meet up with Coco Puff so I woke up early. I always eat breakfast in the morning because my whole body feels like it's been deprived of it's nutrients when I don't.
I put 3 eggs on the stove to boil while I showered. When I got out the shower I took the eggs off the stove, cracked them, and placed them in a plate to get dressed.
When I return to the kitchen ready to grab my eggs and get on the road, I notice that there are only 2 eggs on my plate.
*Didn't I make 3 eggs?*
"Who ate my egg?" I ask, as there were many culprits being that 6 people live in my house.
My father walks up to me and says "You woke up this morning and didn't make any breaksfast for me" as he grabs egg number 2 off my plate and stuffs it in his mouth.