My dad is a funny guy. He has one of those senses of humor that comes out when you least expect it and he is the master of the pun. If I thought all day, I couldn’t come up with the stuff he can just rattle off when the moment arises.
He absolutely loves a good joke! There was a joke Dad would tell years ago and he’d start out so serious, like he knew the person who…”went in for a check-up and discovered he had excess fluid in this brain, so he needed a shunt to be put in…”
The members of our family would recognize that look in Dad’s eye and we knew a joke was going to be involved somewhere…so we just waited for it. But the unknowing joke recipient would be listening so intently…
“Yah, he had to have the surgery done, but they tried a new procedure on him. Because he didn’t want anyone to know that he was having problems with his brain, he asked the doctors to attach a long chain to the shunt that he could run down the inside of his shirt and into his pants. When he felt the pressure rising in his brain, he could just reach into his pocket, pull on the chain in his pants and release the water, much like the old toilets did years ago…”
By now, the person would be looking at him all big-eyed and totally engrossed in what he was saying…
“Yep… worked out pretty well for him…until the day he decided to go for a ride on the bike… ” Dad is shaking his head.
“Yep…he was pedaling along when the ol’ chain fell out of his pocket and got caught in the bicycle chain…”
“Yep, right there it happened…he flushed himself to death…” We would all be laughing and groaning, shaking our heads.
( I don’t wish to offend anyone who has actually had a shunt put in) I think this joke was so funny to all of us, not so much because of the joke, but the way Dad would tell it. He’d start out so serious…that look of concern. But as the story went on, the corner of Dad’s mouth would start to quiver like he was mustering all his energy to keep from just bursting out laughing. Well, by the time the punch line was happening, Dad’s face was so red and he was laughing so hard with tears in his eyes, we could barely make out the punch line! I love this memory of my Dad.
My dad isn’t what you would call a real “whiz-bang” in the kitchen. (Sorry Dad!) When I was a child and my mom was at work, it would be up to my dad to make us dinner at night . The only thing I have any memories of him making is “Spaghetti”. But not spaghetti like you and I would probably envision it, but opening a can of Franco American Spaghetti and frying up some hamburger and onions, adding a can or two of the canned spaghetti and calling it dinner. It always tasted sooooo good! Dad would occasionally shred a little colby cheese on to it, but we kids would start screaming if any of that cheese got near our portion! ( We didn’t like cheese) But thinking back, I think Dad had a good idea there…
So no real recipe today, just a wish to all the dads out there and especially to mine!
Happy Father’s Day! I love you, Dad. If every daughter out there could have such a special dad like you, this world would be a much better place…
The flag cake in the photo above is what my next blog will be about! I’m going to show you how to make this impressive, delicious patriotic dessert!
See you next week!