It’s not the worst thing in the world. The man has a kind heart, but he is a man who can drive me insane with some of his stories, cliches and mannerisms.
Every year we would go to Florida and he’d build up the trip anticipation by saying, “two more weeks and we’ll be in Florida!” But as always, the first day we’d be down there he would say, “two more weeks and we’ll be home!” Thanks for the damper, dad.
Yesterday, I caught myself thinking (but not saying), “oooh, the days start getting longer today!”. But then flashed on my father doing that and on the first day of summer saying, “oh it’s all downhill now, the days start getting shorter.”
Song by: the Beatles (and yes, I know I spelled the post-title incorrectly)