Not FULL credit. Just credit. He knows he would have been LOST if I hadn't been there handing him the right bolts and ratchet wrenches and stuff. He knows....
Oh no you don't. This is a direct quote from you: ::just finished installing a garage door opener::
That's taking full-body credit, when clearly, DadDadDaddio is installing it for you.
I, on the other hand, shall replace that little tower of terror in my toilet tank without the help of "me Pappy." ::strapping my tool belt onto my bucket::
Well... yeah... but what you CAN'T see in this pic is me hanging up in the rafters installing all kinds a crap while my earthly father is simply holding that little thing up for me. I believe I'm asking him for a 1/2 inch socket wrench to torque the henny bolt into place.
::tightening my pink tool belt a notch cuz I lost 5 elbees with all the work I did::
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Does your dad know that you took full credit for installing that garage door opener on my blog?
Not FULL credit. Just credit. He knows he would have been LOST if I hadn't been there handing him the right bolts and ratchet wrenches and stuff. He knows....
Oh no you don't. This is a direct quote from you: ::just finished installing a garage door opener::
That's taking full-body credit, when clearly, DadDadDaddio is installing it for you.
I, on the other hand, shall replace that little tower of terror in my toilet tank without the help of "me Pappy." ::strapping my tool belt onto my bucket::
Well... yeah... but what you CAN'T see in this pic is me hanging up in the rafters installing all kinds a crap while my earthly father is simply holding that little thing up for me. I believe I'm asking him for a 1/2 inch socket wrench to torque the henny bolt into place.
::tightening my pink tool belt a notch cuz I lost 5 elbees with all the work I did::
What are 5 elbees?
5 lbs.
Geez, do I have to explain everything to you? Wait, that's right, you don't know how to fix a leaky toilet or install a garage door opener. Sorry.
That was below the tool belt, Landerson.
You started it by trying to call me out to the Padre... unfortunately for you he never reads this so 'twas all in vain.
Maybe next time, Jespy. Maybe next time.
Aaaaaannnnt, wrong. You started it by trying to "one up me," as usual. This time, I beat you at your own game. Face.
I could never one up you. Especially
not at this kind of stuff. Installing a new rubber bulb in the toilet tank sounds so cute. Adorable even.
Well, you got two things right. I am cute and adorable. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pack for my trip not to Colorado...
::clearing throat nervous giggle like:: am I interupting something?
gotta luv Dads! Mine is the same way!
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