Tuesday, February 28, 2006

My Poor Dad

So my Dad is generally a brilliant guy. Knows a lot about a bunch of different subjects, stays well read, would prefer to watch a documentary over a movie. Frig, the guy built a lamp when he was 10 or something.

However, he's always been capable of doing something bone-headed once in a while that leaves you saying "What were you thinking?"

Case and point, 2 nights ago my dad decided to clean a changing table that is being sent down to my brother and wife (remember, they have twins!!). So he asks Mom "Where's the pine sol?" and then disappears. For 2 hours. (My Dad is all about being thorough. Some would call it anal.) The problem? He chose not to wear gloves.

Pine Sol. 2 hours. No gloves.

The skin on the palm of his hands looks STRETCHED, to the point where he has no fingerprints. His palms are smoother than JADE's. The back of his hands are covered with burn marks. I wish I'd taken a picture, it's quite the sight.

You would think someone so bright would realize that Pine Sol does not equal Sunlight soap and that perhaps gloves might be a good idea. But he never really did any of the cleaning around the house (we were a 'traditional' family) so I guess he just never knew. So now there might a trip to a physician in order, as the bottle recommends.

I guess I can't say too much. I am my Father's son, and I know I'm capable of doing some pretty dumb things considering my supposed 'smarts'.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm, maybe he's discovered an anti-aging tonic. Rub that crap on your face for two hours, and you're smoother than a baby's bottom (with or without cream on it).

10:44 AM  
Blogger DJ Alley said...

Pauvre Papa.......Atleast he wasn't working with Javex....

12:43 PM  

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