Quick update: I can’t really give much info on Mr. Daddy right now… We’re in a bit of a waiting game, but so thankful for the speedy and competent medical care he’s received. In fact… I’m rather glad the man kinda sorta loves me – because he met the Ultimate Redneck Dream Nurse last week. And while she was cute and petite and talked elk hunting with him… I think he appreciates that I didn’t stab him with any needles…
So in an effort to forget the scary stuff right now, it’s time to fire up that sleepy True Story Tuesday round again! Think of it as a writing prompt to share that crazy family legend that everyone retells at Thanksgiving… that hilarious, amazing, outrageous, miraculous, and TRUE story!
A story you’ve already posted qualifies too! Just copy the True Story Tuesday button on the sidebar into your post and link it back here… we’ll be around to share the comment love!
I’M THAT KINDERGARTEN PARENT
I have a sneaking suspicion that Itty Bit’s teacher has been enjoying his random goofiness. I mean, who doesn’t?
(double eyebrows alert)
But I also have a sneaking suspicion that tomorrow, she’ll have him all figured out.
See, tomorrow, it’s his turn to bring something for Show & Tell. They hide their treasure in a bag and give three clues to their classmates.
And of course Itty Bit told me that it was his turn… approximately 30 seconds PAST bedtime and I scrambled to find something that was appropriately difficult for the kids to guess.
And since it’s hunting season and all (collective City Girl groan), I couldn’t help but remember this – the deer ninja:
See, Mr. Daddy is somewhat proud of that good lookin’ specimen up there (umm… the deer too). And he has been known to bring his buddies inside to have a little chat about racks and points and assorted macho weaponry.
Except, that the last time he brought an elk-pee-covered buddy in to meet Bert (yes, as in O Boy O’BERT-O), his buddy stared in shocked silence.
I finally used my best Redneck Wife charm and introduced our newest family member that was proudly hung next to Bert.
He’s only 7” tall, so I think Mr. Daddy’s Tim Allen Manhood took a mighty beating as his buddy stood there with his mouth moving slowly without words.
Mr. Daddy himself couldn’t seem to form a complete sentence as he gaped alternately at Rocky and at his beaming wife.
Where did you…
How come it…
What on earth…
My friends… those are all the things I fully expect poor Ms. Johnson to say to my Itty Bit tomorrow when he pulls out his lovely taxidermy pal.
But I suspect she’ll figure out that he comes by his easily-amused-ness quite naturally :)
(This makes me smile every.single.time I see it. And for anyone who wants that bit of whimsy in their own Redneck home… Bree from Etsy’s AI Creatures has ones with MUSTACHES! I’m sad I missed the mustache, but happy I caught the Heartsy deal! Tell her I sent you!)
And now for your own stories! (Believe me, we could really use them right now :) Just link up below – we can’t wait to read your tales!