StormCloud Wrote:
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> Dad went around wearing his pants with the rip-out
> in the back for a few days. He kept forgetting
> which ones they were in his room. He was saving
> them to wrap around the outdoor faucets over the
> winter ~ he keeps a 'rag bag' for doing things
> like that. But he kept accidentally putting them
> on. He came back from Wal-Mart one day and I
> noticed he had them on... I told him to go change
> but he didn't care since he was just going out to
> work in the yard after that anyway. I took them
> out of his room overnight when he slept.
>
> And about losing weight... Dad lost a significant
> amount of weight a few years back. And his pants
> kept falling off. You know, like on 'America's
> Funniest Videos'? I had never seen that actually
> happen in real life until Dad.
>
> The funniest time? He was taking out some
> garbage... we re-use brown paper grocery bags for
> this purpose, and it took both hands to hold the
> bag... he was walking along towards the back door
> when his pants fell down. My current
> six-year-old dogs were just baby puppies ~ five of
> them, about five or six weeks old... they had been
> following 'Grampa' with much curiosity... and they
> all got in his pants when they fell down. Dad put
> the trash bag down to get puppies out of his pants
> and get his pants back up/on... the puppies all
> got out of his pants, all right... but started
> 'attacking' and tipping over the trash bag. Dad
> got his pants back up and then started getting
> puppies out of the trash, standing the bag back
> up, putting all the trash back in it, and picking
> it up again. Then he took a couple more steps...
> and his pants fell down again... and the puppies
> all got back in his pants.
>
> HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
>
> Where was I during all of this? About having a
> stroke and sucking on my asthma inhaler from
> laughing so hard. I could hardly see through the
> tears. But at this point I finally managed to get
> over there and help out. Even with two of us it
> was difficult to keep five little puppies all in
> one place long enough to do any good.
>
> He also had his pants fall off while mowing the
> lawn (thank GOD not the front lawn) and in the
> parking lot at the grocery store while unlocking
> the car with one hand and holding one of those
> plastic grocery bags with the other. He said they
> almost did *in* the store a couple of times but he
> was able to catch them. Once while getting out of
> the car at church. He finally got suspenders, a
> new belt; and eventually new pants.
>
> Not *exactly* related, but kinda since it's Dad
> being Dad. Several years ago we got one of those
> yard swings ~ a really nice sturdy one since we're
> fairly sturdy people. Dad made a special area for
> it in the yard, outlined with those cute scalloped
> landscaping bricks; and got some barkdust-type
> stuff to put underneath. The bags said they were
> "large nuggets". After he got it all set up, I
> was coming outside when he hollered over, "Hey,
> come check out my large nuggets!" I about fell
> over laughing, and told him NOT to say that to the
> older lady who lived next door and often came to
> talk with him at the fence.
OMG! I was choking while reading this! Hysterical! I pictured this whole scene in black and white like
a Charlie Chaplin movie. I hope we can meet one day! With dad, of course.
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I'm "Sandi" in the Middle!