Every time I venture to the farm, I’m always surprised.
Yesterday, I went home for Mother’s day. You know, because I have a mom. Except my mother is into that refunking junk business and she was at a trade show selling her what-once-was-junk-but-is-now-refunked stuff.
As I write this, mere hours, after I’ve returned to the City, I’m still giggling. My dad, Joe as I call him, is a workaholic and permanently attached to his phone. So, when he invested in a hobby.. oh, on Saturday.. it was a little surprising.
Yep, those are mules. A brother and sister pair. Their names are still up for discussion.
My denim-on-denim wearing father didn’t appreciate the following suggestions for his “team”:
Beyonce and JayZ (he just didn’t understand this one.)
Peanut Butter & Jelly (he rolled his eyes.)
John & June (He ignored me.)
Blake & Miranda (nothing…)
Gus and Laurie Darlin’ (… crickets…)
I hopped in the cart under the assumption we were just taking a little trip down the road and back. Clearly, I should ask more questions.
My phone died around the eighth mile. In turn, I offered Marshal and Kim up as a suggestion… I didn’t even have the heart to explain that one.
If this is what makes Joe happy.. then, well, okay. Sure, I’ll go on a few rides. I’ll annoy you with my never-ending chatter about things you don’t really care about.
But, next time, I draw the line at 8 miles. Twelve was just too much.
I thought maybe this whole excursion would get me one step closer to that mini pony I’ve been wanting for a while.
Also. Let’s just imagine this. Eventually, I’m going to take Dreamboat home to meet the family. Uhm. How this could turn out is already hilarious.