My New Year's post hinted at the possibility that maybe, just maybe someday in the foreseeable future I could and may be possibly spinning a wonderful tale that talked about Daddio's recovery from his tactile issues....
it ain't gonna happen, not now, probably not ever.
Shit My Dad says is a Twitter account owned by a twenty somethin guy named Justin...he has over 700,000 followers.
Loyal fans who tune in daily (and more) to read about the crazy shit his dad says...
Snippets of odd ball comments the old man makes.
What the hell was I thinking...????? I could have authored this nonsense..
and called it Shit Daddio Says...
I'd be floatin in dough right now.
Jason recounts his dad's diddies Tweet style...140 characters, each one giggly worthy.
Jason's Dad could be Redd Foxx's Fred E. Sanford, Archie Bunker, George Jefferson and that goofy guy from Curb Your Enthusiasm all rolled into one...
So much like my precious Daddio, it's positively creepy.
I bought Daddio a leather jacket for Christmas...this may be the 25th leather jacket that Daddio has owned and tried to like.
He had one leather (only one) that he really loved.
Of course it went out of style along with his Duran Duran hair over 20 years ago.
So I'm always on the lookout for another that he will love as much.
And this last one wasn't it.
"What's wrong with the jacket?" I asked, noticing that he kept pushing it aside in the closet, choosing other jackets instead.
"It fits me like I'm wearing a grass catcher" he explained.
"A grass catcher..?" he had me puzzled.
"What the hell is a grass catcher"
"The thing on the lawn mower that collects the mowed grass" he replied.
Ohh brother...seriously... seriously?
Your jacket is a grass catcher...?
I missed my calling.
Dammit it all...I freakin missed my frickin calling.
You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face when the clerk asked my "reason for return"...
Yesterday morning Daddio put on his shirt and complained about about the button "local"..."look" he said.. "see how this buckles a bit here?" pulling at the collar of his dress shirt.."the button should be higher so it lays down"
"You want me to safety pin it closed" I offer, biting my bottom lip hard in an attempt to keep my hysterical laughter to myself.
"You really should become a clothing designer" I say "you most certainly missed your calling".
"Yeah and I'd get the shit right" he boasts.
Daddio tells me that the first thing he would design is a pair of long johns that had a crotch for a normal man... "first of all", he says, grabbing the extra 4 yards of material hanging from his crotch to his knees...
"I wouldn't have this spare blob right here" he says.
"Look....look how they bag".
"These things are made to fit a small gorilla or a monkey"...
Good Lord.... Calvin Koby?
We both missed the boat no freakin doubt about it.