Daddy's are the best

WARNING!

AVOIDING HOUSEWORK= EXCESSIVELY LONG POST...

Today I am catching up on the 8 billion hours of housework that I have managed to get behind on. You know you are slacking when the man of the house is smelling his way through the laundry pile, in a desperate attempt to find an article of clothing "clean" enough to wear to work without stinking well before the 100 degree temps roll in. Ya, it got that bad. So here I am taking a quick stuff my face break- watching the birds in the back yard when I see the daddy quail fly in. He hops around the yard for a bit and then flies off. A few minutes pass and he flies in again, hops, and then again flies off. After a few minutes the daddy returns followed by his (almost as big as him now) babies. After a minute or so he flies to the top of the fence and stands guard as the "kids" dig around and presumably eat bugs. Another bird flies in- he swoops down and chases it off, then back to his post. His love and concern was so sweet and so instinctive-

what a guy!

So as I watch the quail daddy do his quail daddy thing

I though about the two "daddy's" in my life.

I though of a conversation with my dad yesterday. I was talking about wills and life insurances and Mya. While he was certainly listening and taking in some very vital information, he had an almost nauseous look about him. He had a look that I can only imagine came from allowing the thought of Mya, Ray or I croaking to enter his mind. His arms crossed, his face paled a bit, and he simply reminded me that he just wants us to stick around. "So see if we all croak you would get all this money....." I said..(Look of vomit rising in his throat) "We just want to have you guys." he replied.

Although I didn't think to say it then I will say it now... "Ditto Dad, Ditto."

Then there is the other Daddy, Mya's Daddy. Man do I pity the poor schmuck who makes Mya cry one day. I pity you as I think of Ray heading out the front door in his boxers with a 9mm in hand because there was a noise outside. My advise oh future Mya's (excuse me while I sweat through the concept) boyfriend: make her smile, treat her well, and fill her life with happy memories. Oh, and DON'T even think of sneaking around her window in the wee hours- remember the Ray in his boxers story.

Daddy's are the best.