ya know...it never ceases to amaze me how father's can make you feel 5 years old and childish no matter how old you are...
So...since it's still "chilly" in MO and OH...and I apparently don't understand anything...
I'm not picking up my scooter until the first weekend in May...
Dad pulled out all the stops on why I shouldn't ride it back from OH...
even stopping every hour or so to warm up, fill up with fuel, empty me, drink coffee, walk, stretch etc...
Not to mention stopping at another friend's house every night for 4 nights making an 11 hour drive into a 4 day trip...and the list goes ON and ON...
but daddy has decided I'm not to ride it home...and the worst of tornado season must be over -- ummm hello...I live in MO...ever hear of Tornado Alley"???? We've had tornadoes in December for pete's sake...
yes...I'm venting at his silly mother hen-ness!
So I finally cave in, call my bf, ask if he can pull the trailer with his lil tiguan...he's all yes! so call my dad back and tell him we'll be coming out the first weekend in May and trailer it home to KC...
So he's mollified until I say "he" then it's the inquisition of what "he" and why haven't I mentioned this "he" and what's his name, what's he do, how long have I been seeing him yada yada
I love my dad...really...
But he's only been back in my life for 5 years....5...
after not being around since mom and he divorced when I was 4...
c'mon man...I know you wanna make up for it...and I love ya...
but this amount of over-protectiveness just isn't going to fly very far...
sorry...had to vent...
especially after seeing other people riding their scooters in yesterday's fine lovely weather...
I was having scooter envy
and are all fathers this....proddy?