What? You don't? You think I'm not that funny? Well that's just too bad, cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway!
So I get done with my new hs soccer team practice, expecting Dad's famous spaghetti when I get home. (Seriously, the best stuff ever-- he should get it patented or something. That spaghetti's so good it could charm a snake!) So I call him up and say, "Hey Dad, is that famous spaghetti ready and waiting? I'm hungry."
Long pause.
Mumble-spaghetti-mumble.
"What's that Dad? Speak up!"
"There has been a spaghetti mishap." A mishap? How do you 'mishap' the famous spaghetti?
Turns out, he had everything but the beef, the most basic ingredient you can ever have in spaghetti sauce.
And it just went on from there, such as how Dad almost threw away my spaghetti cuz he didn't know I was in the shower instead of reading. I had to stick my head out the door and scream at him before he could waste perfectly good spaghetti!
You know what? I've typed the word spaghetti 10 times. I think it's time for bed.
Until next time,
Tirza Reed, signing out
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