Well friends, tonight my father-in-law, Quint, teased me, once again, about that dang car accident. He didn't even know about the mention in the post I wrote last night. I swear to you, he will never let me live it down.
Do I care? No. It may have taken a while, but the intimidation that Quint has tried to bestow upon me for the past seven years no longer effects me. The only problem? I have yet to figure out what lame joke, bad mistake and/or terrible accident to always tease him about.
Let the hunt begin.
But just for the record, even my insurance agency doesn't care about that accident anymore. (Have I ever mentioned them? Geico? I love Geico.)
2 comments:
I'm sure my mom could think of something for you.
There's GOT to be plenty!
Hmmm, I don't think I have too much dirt on uncle Q.
I always liked the story of him getting circled by police in Canada.
Ooh! And aunt Leslie told us about when Q tried to be smooth and pick her up. I don't think she was very convinced.
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