Okay, my Italia adventures will be
coming in the next post. I’ve been too busy being forced volunteering to
clean out the house with my Dad, and catching up with some old high school
friends. I had a weird dream about eating kanelstang last night; imagine how
disappointed I was to awaken and discover that not only was I not at Holm’s
Bageri, but my Dad had also eaten all of my greek yogurt and muesli. His response? “I had to see if this European
stuff was any good. Needs some sugar. Maybe a lot of sugar. Why don’t you like
Cheerios? Cheerios are much better for you; they have…grains.”
Speaking of my father, now that’s
he’s officially retired, he is officially around the house 24-7, except for
when he’s golfing. However, he only golfs from 7 AM – 11 AM, and I usually
don’t wake up until at least 9:30 AM, so that’s a great big hunk of
togetherness time. I have always thought that my Dad was
one of my more sane family members, but I’m starting to see the cracks.
Here are his best moments from the
past week:
*Dad playing with his new iPad*
Dad: “What’s YouTube?”
Me: “Hahahah,
you’re funny. Have you been living under a rock since the early 2000s?!”
Dad: “Well, I have heard the name, but what does it
do?”
Me: “Dad, I’m going to make some
banana bread this afternoon, after you clean the kitchen.”
Dad: “ Great idea.”
*4 hours later*
Me: “What happened to the bananas in
the kitchen?”
Dad: “ Oh, I threw them away. They
were almost about to go bad. Why?”
Me: “WHAT THE…why would you do
that?! I told you that I was going to make banana bread!”
Dad: “You need bananas to do that?”
Me; “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Dad: “Well, I don’t bake, jeez.”
Me: “Probably not be so annoyed all the time.”
*Dad looks sad*
Me: “I’M KIDDING! Don’t be sad.”
Dad: “Got you! …I would definitely
golf more if you weren’t around.”
Dad: "…do ATM’s in Copenhagen give out dollar bills?”
Me: “That’s a nej.”
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