Oh David

I feel kind of bad now. I'd planned for this post to be a medium to rag on Dad a bit, but in searching for a picture to post of him, I realized that this is the only one I have on my computer. Poor Dad. I should have more I guess. Eh. I'll rag on him anyway.

Earlier this evening I crept down to the kitchen when no one was down there to make my muesli in peace. I was doing well to do my dishes immediately after using them (because that's how we do things here). In fact, I washed one of the dishes already in the sink (can't believe there were dishes in the sink) - the giant Caphalon pan in addition to my own. I left them drying in the rack while I mixed my stuff together, and while I was doing that Joe called, so I talked to him while I mixed. A minute or two later Dad came down, walked straight to the sink, and told me to remember to clean up after myself. Pausing from my conversation with Joe, I told him I had already, what with the clean dishes drying in the rack and whatnot. He informed me that he was instead talking about the water I'd splashed up and pointed to the sink area (not the counter - the sink - where water usually goes). I then told him that it was in fact water, which I heard does usually dry. He then told me that the kind of hardware (new cheap ass faucet, etc) he'd installed in the main kitchen sink does not do well with water left on it. I then froze, looked at him and asked, "You put hardware in the sink that doesn't do well with water?!" Obviously, he realized that he looked like a jackass, got pissy, and responded with something about not questioning him or yelling at him or one of those things he always says to me when he knows I'm right and can't deny it. I hate it when he does that - just shuts me down, so that got me a little riled up. Amidst this discussion with my Dad, Joe at one point said into the phone (only I could hear) "Hey - be nice to my wife." I didn't repeat that, but it was nice to know Joe was on my side. But then after Dad walked away, Joe got a little sassy. A little too sassy post Katie-David snappy communication. I finally told Joe, as I often do that I was going to kill him. I told him that a couple times, and then went a bit further and told him that he wouldn't have to worry about dying at war because I was going to kill him. I could tell he was trying not to laugh as he told me how horrible I am and said a few more sassy things. Of course, I then began giggling and that was that.

So what was my point with all this? Well, first, to show how insane my Dad is sometimes, and second, to show all of you who fear for Joe that it's okay. See, I later apologized, even though we both knew I was never serious, to which Joe said something to the effect of loving it and/or finding it hilarious when I go "over the top." What I'm telling you all is what I've blogged about before in that he can handle it. Most of you only see my side of things, and you have no idea of his quick-witted responses or just outright laughter. Threatening to kill each other works for us, and by god, I've received my share of threats too. And yeah, I'm a handful, blah blah blah, but Joe's a sassy bastard, and as he once told me, "I know exactly what I'm in for, and I like it."