True Story Tuesday by Mr. Daddy

Time for True Story Tuesday y'all!  A chance to share your hilarious, miraculous, outragous, amazing, and (mostly) true stories that have happened to you!

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POST(ERIOR)-STRESS-TRAUMATIC-DISORDER

OK.

They say that confession is good for the soul!!!!

And seeings as I can use all the goodness that I can find, I have a confession to make..

Every since this post: JUST SAY NO TO CRACK, I have been in therapy. Granted it is a self-help styled therapy, Ya know the kind that all good rednecks use.

Cheap, easy to use, and mostly by correspondence....

To my credit I have been doing quite well....Thank you very much!

Even Rach has been helping out, she rarely shouts out now when she sees any B.C. (aka Butt Crack) as she knows how traumatic it is for my fragile state, and has no desire to be the cause of any more couch time for me...


Now a little background would probably do well now, although I am a proud redneck red-blooded American male, I have some firmly held views on dress and codes thereof...

As firmly as I hold the belief that spandex is a privilege and not a unalienable right of women; men of a certain size, or with no hips or a$$ should always wear suspenders or a belt (period... NO EXCEPTIONS.......)

Not even if your house is on fire and it is licking at your backside with vigorous aplomb, one should "ALWAYS" think ahead and prepare for the unexpected, and have the right accoutrement attached to your trousers...

This is an unarguable, self-evident fact.... (don't judge me)

Let me state that I do have some friends acquaintances that have this problem, and I don't hold it against them, Butt I do give subtle hints when they are smiling with the wrong end...

Hints like: HEY DUDE.....NICE MOON.

Or the guy at work, "Hey Sam that's a nice smile but you forgot to put your dentures in...." (maybe that's how he got his nickname, Two Smile Sam???)

I mean really, we live in the Pacific Northwest, there is always a breeze blowing here, they invariably give small craft warnings on the six o'clock news...

THERE ARE JUST NO EXCUSES...

So you can imagine the extreme shock to my psyche, when this weekend we were outside and I look around to see where Itty Bit is, and I am greeted with this sight.

I AM STUNNED!!!!!!!

It is my Boy!!! the fruit of my loins!!! blood of my blood and flesh of my flesh!!!

I become conscious of a high keening sound, a hysterical shrieking. I find myself on my knees rocking back and forth holding my head... It was loud enough to wake the dead, or at the least get the attention of my deaf wife.

(Rach in: Hardy-har :)

She came running over, sure that I had cut my foot off with the axe the I had been using. Upon learning the real reason for my distress, she promptly started my new therapy...SHE LAUGHED AT ME!!!!

"O" the horror - My Son in full view. Oblivious to the world and all its ridicule of overexposure of B.C. Happily posting up with a full view of the cutest little tush that I had ever seen...

I must conclude that the old saying is quite true, that ignorance is bliss. We went to the lake later that afternoon, and as part of my new therapy Rach had not installed suspenders or put a belt on Itty Bit...

And as sure as God made little green apples, there he was throwing rocks in the lake in the middle of the park - the happiest little guy that you will ever see...

I can't figure out why Rach jumped up and did this after she saw me taking pictures of Itty Bit?!?

(no spandex issues with this chica)

(Rach In:  Good Lord man, you will shame me off of my own blog!)

But the way that Rach looked at me you would think that she was the one in need of therapy...........

Now whats up with that????

(Rach In: This hereby marks the FOURTH time my rear end has made an appearance on the blog, thanks hon...)

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