Dad Needs a Hobby
Dad called me a pessimist. I think I am quite positive, and this afternoon I positively had to pee. So me, daughter, and my sis stopped at mom and dad’s house while running errands. Sis won’t use public restrooms. She never has. She works in a hospital and won’t use the restrooms. Weird.
Dad offered some fatherly advice, which I usually turn down. “Sure, go ahead. But I don’t have to listen.”
“Within ten years the entire global economy will crash and chaos will ensue.” Well, okay, dad, there is nothing I can do about that.
“Get out of debt.” Dad, I only have a house and car payment, and if you give me $150,000 that debt will go away. He said nothing. Even if the global economy crashes and chaos ensues, it won’t matter if I have no debt. Someone will steal the car and break into the house so they have a place to live.
“And Iran and their nukes will be a problem.” Well dad, how is being out of debt going to help me on that one? I suggested he vote for Obama to take actions so none of these doom and gloom scenerios play out.
Heaven help us. That is when he called me a pessimist, becuase I told him all I can do is all I can do. I can’t change world events. And after he said he might not vote, I told him he better, even it is is to write in his own name. He said he “might” vote for Palin. Not McCain, Palin. Well, nevermind about that voting thing then.
How can he watch a video of that woman talk and then consider voting for her? She makes Dan Quayle look brilliant. But anyway, at least the VP debate should be entertaining.