My Witty Dad
Yesterday was my Dad's birthday and as we drove towards the restaurant in Downtown Seattle, my Mom noted that my Dad had to drive himself to his own birthday dinner. I chimed in that he could pull over and I'd drive the rest of the way.
He dryly noted that it was ok and that he'd "probably have to drive himself to his own funeral."
And you know what, he probably would. My Mom and I just aren't that big of fans of actually driving ourselves places!
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