Blogging again from a Texas rest stop, and gotta make this quick since SarahK says we’re still running late.
We’re going to Fort Worth so that I can meet SarahK’s dad. I’ve been thinking of how I should approach this, and have decided on a strategy. When I get there and he reaches out to shake my hand, I’m going to brush it aside and stick my finger in his chest. I’ll tell him that I’m a man’s man and not to patronize me, and that he better not get any ideas about butting into my relationship with SarahK. THEN I’ll shake his hand, tell him my friends call me Buck, and send SarahK off to the kitchen to get us a couple ice cold Alamo beers. We’ll relax in front of the t.v. to watch the Hee Haw marathon, and by the end of the day he’ll treat me with the respect I deserve.
I think its a great plan. If you have any suggestions pass them on–I might need to stop at the rest area once more before we get there. SarahK made dinner for me last night, and, well, you know . . .
Gotta go, I need to hold SarahK’s purse while she’s in the can.
AACK!! That is SO not what I wanted to see this afternoon.
You won’t impress the future f-i-l with THIS kind of picture. Let’s hope he doesn’t see it before you meet him!
wait… did you just say you were gonna brush away the hand of a Texan to stick your finger in his chest? you might be able to get away with that in Florida but if you do that to a Texan he’ll shoot you dead, if you’re lucky. Try a peace offing of some sort, an anti-commi shotgun for instance.
I miss Hee Haw. 🙁
My suggestion,Frank,is don’t call him a “varmint”,don’t stare at the lot lizards at the truck stop for too long,and pull your dang pants up,for G-d’s sake!!
Btw,SarahK carries a purse? I always figured her for a wallet-on-a-chain kinda gal. (I’m kidding..please don’t shoot me) heh 😉
Safe travel to ya both,and G-d Bless. (Oh,and bring me back one of them Luther’s barbeque chicken sammiches)
no finger use a 45.
And people gave ME flack over the Barbra Streisand Link?
Nice. Very well done.
Funny stuff!
Reminds me to have MY speech ready when some kid (no offense Frank, but you get me drift) comes by with my little princess (she’s currently at UGA; How Bout Them Dawgs!) and meets me.
He’ll be aware of the gun, the shovel, and the acres of land.
Be careful, Frank. SarahK’s dad might be someone who thinks the same way.
What’s this, Frank is meeting his girlfriend’s dad? I smell a happy dance coming.
I can’t see the picture. I get the old “don’t have permission” error.
On the other hand, after reading the comments, I guess I should count my blessings, huh?
PS. Make sure you give her dad an autographed picture. Like the one above.
Buy some body armor before your meeting with The Dad.
Buy some body armor before your meeting with The Dad.
What’s with your laptop (computer, filthy minded mumble mumble) Frank. It looks like the stink has made the screen shrink. It’s gotta be 12″ tall by 15″ wide (darn you people and your filthy minds, THE SCREEN,/b>)
Don’t poke him in the chest unless you want to pull back a bloody stump. Also, bring beer. None of that wussy beer either.
If you’re gonna shake his hand, be sure to wash your hands first (he may have seen this picture).
Meeting the parents huh Frank? We all wish you luck. And we had all better be the first to know about you and SarahK!
Frank, I wish you luck.
But you are an evil, evil, evil, evil man.
Will you be showing him this picture before or after you thrust your finger in his chest demanding respect?
The pic is over at evilfakeSarahK’s site. If spidade reads that, well, it’s already too late.
Are those Christmas boxers??? How … festive!!!
y’all, it didn’t go well. i’ll tell y’all about it later, but for now, i’ve got some cleanin’ up to do.
uh oh.
obviously Frank has not read about how placing your laptop on your lap leads to killing off all prospects of Baby Ronin.
Those pictures with the kitty at SarahK’s made me think that he was avoiding lappal contact with the laptop but he’s thrown caution to the wind. Laptop in his lap and he’s not even wearing PANTS for cryin’ outloud. Safety first, Frank. Safety first.
What’s next?
Ah, this must be one of those “craptops” I’ve been hearing so much about…
Yes, I do have a couple of suggestions.
Bring Advil.
Check and make sure your life insurance records are up to date, particularly the beneficiary declaration. You may need that soon.
Have fun!
Sounds like y’all blew it.
What you should’ve done is, in homage to knights of old, handed him your piece butt end, bent down, and asked to be “honored” with a pistol-whipping.
I’m guessing the line about,
“Got any naked pictures of your daughter? Would you like some?” didn’t go over well.
Going to Cowtown, huh?
Don’t leave without having a chicken-fried steak.