This morning, my dad said, “Between your nephew’s card counting skills and your public swearing, it’s as if my dad has come back from the grave.”
This morning, my dad said, “Between your nephew’s card counting skills and your public swearing, it’s as if my dad has come back from the grave.”
Aw, it’s so sweet when family resemblances recur over the generations.
I know, right? A cussing card-shark? He sounds like he must have been awesome. I’m going to smoke cigars and sit in my living room and wait for my Grandma to bring me some ginger ale* in his honor.
*If a ghostly glass of ginger ale shows up in my living room in real life, I will shit my pants.