I wasn't born to the best dad,

but my little man was.

Sidenote: I do have a (step)dad, who came into my life when I was older. He's awesome. Here's the proof.

Only in my family, part 2

If you missed the first part of this post, you can find it here: Only in my family is this considered normal.

So, I returned the crackers to my parents the next time I visited. I kept the potato, since it may have ended up right back in my purse anyways.

Fast forward to last Friday. I got a notice from the post office that we had something to be picked up. It wasn't delivered because it lacked enough postage, $1.47 too short to be exact. First thing Monday morning I went to the post office to pick up the mystery package. I didn't recognize the writing and wondered who the hell it was from and what it could be while walking back to the car. I felt the envelope, attempting to guess what it was before opening it, and the only thing I could think of was seeds. Very odd. As I was opening it, something small & white fell out on my lap, which freaked me out a little, but didn't stop me from continuing. Once I ripped it all the way open, guess what I found? Crackers. The freakin crackers I made fun of my dad for taking.

So, only in my family is it totally normal to not only get crackers in the mail, but to have to pay for the extra postage.

Only in my family, is this considered normal.

I guess I should give a little background info, so you can understand why my main story is "normal" when it comes to my family. My (step)dad has always loved to play tricks on us growing up, and still to this day. There are too many to list, but his favorite was the the potato hide.

What, you never showed up to school with a random potato in your backpack? The first time I found a potato in my backpack I just left it in the bottom of my bag and went about my day, knowing my dad was loving the fact that I didn't notice it before I left the house. This continued randomly throughout gradeschool.

The other week we went out to dinner with my parents. I was giving my dad a hard time because he was taking his extra cracker packages home with him. I mean, come on, how could I NOT make fun of him for doing so? I mean, he was acting like an old person that hoards the extra food from restaurants.

So, I wasn't surprised when the next day I noticed my purse felt heavier than normal and I found a potato & some cracker packages in the side pouch. Since this is already so long, I'll leave the rest, and the main reason for my post, to another day.